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 Libya and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 The Fall to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
The Leaves,
48th St. Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Sixth Finger,
Livin' Joy,
The Star Department,
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
Ponytail,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
Maleditus Sound,
Negative Approach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Shoche,
AZ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Whodini,
Terry Callier,
Altered Images,
Scrapy,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
DJ Sneak,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Normal,
Lou Christie,
Ultra Naté,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Royal Trux,
Fluxion,
Reuben Wilson,
Mad Mike,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Young Rascals,
Masters at Work,
Dorothy Ashby,
Excepter,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.