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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 K-Klass to the electroclash 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Technova,
Eric Copeland,
Easy Going,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
Malaria!,
Index,
Negative Approach,
Cal Tjader,
Flash Fearless,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
MDC,
Simply Red,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Surgeon,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bronski Beat,
Isaac Hayes,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
Pylon,
Stiv Bators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ludus,
Jacques Brel,
Alison Limerick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
the Swans,
Severed Heads,
Monolake,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
Janne Schatter,
Anthony Braxton,
The American Breed,
The Last Poets,
Intrusion,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
The Slits,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Trumans Water,
Maleditus Sound,
Nas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Five Americans,
The Barracudas,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.