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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scan 7 to the punk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thee Headcoats,
The Misunderstood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
China Crisis,
Bronski Beat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amazonics,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
The Monks,
Tom Boy,
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
Surgeon,
Y Pants,
Supertramp,
Nico,
The American Breed,
Magma,
FM Einheit,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Sneak,
Yusef Lateef,
Donald Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rekid,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
The Doors,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
Audionom,
Frankie Knuckles,
Accadde A,
a-ha,
Kayak,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Interpol,
The Count Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.