Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Kitts & Nevis and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Iggy Pop to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Searchers,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Association,
Cameo,
Swans,
David McCallum,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slave,
Lightning Bolt,
Prince Buster,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delon & Dalcan,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Guru Guru,
The Alarm Clocks,
Toni Rubio,
Flash Fearless,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
Connie Case,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantaleimon,
Infiniti,
Thee Headcoats,
the Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
Tim Buckley,
The Trojans,
Yazoo,
Aswad,
Harmonia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
Negative Approach,
The Birthday Party,
Archie Shepp,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
Charles Mingus,
Bush Tetras,
Josef K,
Warsaw,
The Gories,
Clear Light,
The Cure,
The Zeros,
Scan 7,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.