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 Mexico and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ten City to the techno 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
Soulsonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fela Kuti,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed,
Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Saccharine Trust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chrome,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deadbeat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blake Baxter,
Lalann,
Alice Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
Joey Negro,
Organ,
PIL,
Aural Exciters,
The Moody Blues,
Joyce Sims,
Sixth Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
Zero Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
One Last Wish,
a-ha,
UT,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Sneak,
Swans,
Skaos,
Chris & Cosey,
Outsiders,
Das Ding,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
Simply Red,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pole,
Maurizio,
Ten City,
Marine Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.