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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Wolf Eyes to the dance 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
E-Dancer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Saccharine Trust,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
Ten City,
10cc,
Quantec,
DJ Style,
Janne Schatter,
Leonard Cohen,
Howard Jones,
Black Sheep,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
a-ha,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chrome,
Connie Case,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
The Saints,
Goldenarms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantaleimon,
Wire,
Ituana,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
Derrick May,
Q65,
The Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
In Retrospect,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Underground Resistance,
Lungfish,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Neon Judgement,
Easy Going,
The Move,
Television,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Althea and Donna,
Quando Quango,
The Techniques,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.