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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ronan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men,
Davy DMX,
Malaria!,
The Dirtbombs,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
The Litter,
Wings,
Pole,
Mo-Dettes,
The Move,
a-ha,
The Tremeloes,
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms,
JFA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
Youth Brigade,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Trojans,
Bill Near,
The Sonics,
The Smoke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aswad,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
DJ Style,
Make Up,
Interpol,
The Residents,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacques Brel,
Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Liliput,
Procol Harum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Severed Heads,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minor Threat,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.