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 the UAE and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Scrapy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radio Birdman,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
Alice Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
UT,
The Pop Group,
Index,
Bill Wells,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
Q65,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
Eden Ahbez,
Lucky Dragons,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
Piero Umiliani,
Lungfish,
Sarah Menescal,
Cymande,
Tommy Roe,
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
World's Most,
Susan Cadogan,
Mandrill,
The Music Machine,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
Porter Ricks,
Bad Manners,
The Searchers,
Vladislav Delay,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
Sound Behaviour,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shoche,
Eric Copeland,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
Nirvana,
Minutemen,
Magazine,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.