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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Howard Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
CMW,
The Offenders,
Pagans,
Roger Hodgson,
Little Man,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul II Soul,
Roxy Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warsaw,
Scrapy,
MDC,
Arthur Verocai,
Aswad,
Hoover,
This Heat,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rapeman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
Marmalade,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
Bill Wells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Excepter,
X-101,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
T. Rex,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Saints,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronan,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.