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 Qatar and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 R.M.O. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Sound,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
Radio Birdman,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
Lalann,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gun Club,
Wings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
Funkadelic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
China Crisis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed,
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stiv Bators,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
F. McDonald,
Wasted Youth,
Television,
The Gories,
Quando Quango,
Vladislav Delay,
The Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
Ossler,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
The Knickerbockers,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lower 48,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Slave,
Ituana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scratch Acid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agent Orange,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.