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 South Africa and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Mummies to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
Darondo,
The Count Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Byron Stingily,
kango's stein massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
Y Pants,
Crime,
E-Dancer,
the Normal,
the Human League,
Yaz,
The Pretty Things,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Velvet Underground,
Marine Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
Cameo,
The Standells,
the Slits,
Ludus,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiohead,
Archie Shepp,
In Retrospect,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blues Magoos,
The Offenders,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
Lou Reed,
Eden Ahbez,
Nik Kershaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erasure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Popol Vuh,
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
The Skatalites,
The Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jawbox,
PIL,
Niagra,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.