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 Andorra and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gang of Four 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cecil Taylor,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
Carl Craig,
D'Angelo,
The Buckinghams,
The Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Offenders,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
Alphaville,
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
Marvin Gaye,
Rotary Connection,
The Moleskins,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultravox,
Black Moon,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
Glambeats Corp.,
Duran Duran,
Qualms,
Lightning Bolt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Count Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Connie Case,
Arcadia,
48th St. Collective,
Franke,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick Morgan,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
OOIOO,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Livin' Joy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Searchers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scientists,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Babytalk,
Joyce Sims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
Althea and Donna,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.