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 Vietnam and from London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rock 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Womack,
This Heat,
a-ha,
the Germs,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Supertramp,
Negative Approach,
Lakeside,
New Age Steppers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
PIL,
Deakin,
The Birthday Party,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding,
Black Sheep,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
The J.B.'s,
Skarface,
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
X-101,
The Invisible,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Steve Hackett,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spandau Ballet,
T. Rex,
Hasil Adkins,
Shoche,
Gang Starr,
Kerri Chandler,
Rosa Yemen,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Depeche Mode,
Interpol,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.