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 Nepal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Crime,
Blancmange,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Ludus,
Erykah Badu,
Quadrant,
The Last Poets,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
Camberwell Now,
Prince Buster,
La Düsseldorf,
Bluetip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
Suburban Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
H. Thieme,
Patti Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
Kurtis Blow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Style,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed,
David Axelrod,
Country Teasers,
Cymande,
Adolescents,
The Slackers,
Gang Starr,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.