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 Cairo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
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 synthesizer 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the techno 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Mark Hollis,
Babytalk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Whodini,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faust,
Pussy Galore,
Mandrill,
Agent Orange,
Scan 7,
Eli Mardock,
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Womack,
Scratch Acid,
Nico,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Bananas,
Byron Stingily,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Hood,
Nils Olav,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
Eden Ahbez,
Ponytail,
Albert Ayler,
The Slackers,
Ronan,
The Durutti Column,
Youth Brigade,
The Angels of Light,
Sonic Youth,
Moby Grape,
The Gap Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pop Group,
Interpol,
AZ,
Deadbeat,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.