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 Belarus and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 K-Klass to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Porter Ricks,
Wings,
Flipper,
The Seeds,
Ultravox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Organ,
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiohead,
The Techniques,
Echospace,
The Kinks,
Franke,
Nils Olav,
Dark Day,
The Associates,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Almond,
Eddi Front,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Au Pairs,
Howard Jones,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
In Retrospect,
Prince Buster,
Kerri Chandler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kaleidoscope,
Amazonics,
Charles Mingus,
T. Rex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.