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 Kuwait and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kurtis Blow to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Vainqueur,
Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Au Pairs,
Chrome,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates,
The Count Five,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
Shoche,
Grey Daturas,
ABC,
Graham Central Station,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalann,
The Busters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wire,
The Index,
Flash Fearless,
Pulsallama,
Young Marble Giants,
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultra Naté,
Lungfish,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
Dennis Brown,
Cluster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities,
Smog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Audionom,
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Half Japanese,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Vladislav Delay,
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
Cybotron,
Underground Resistance,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.