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 the UAE and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Tim Buckley to the grime 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronan,
Danielle Patucci,
Sound Behaviour,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cowsills,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pussy Galore,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Basic Channel,
Zero Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Altered Images,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ludus,
Mars,
Inner City,
Minor Threat,
Stiv Bators,
Funky Four + One,
Country Teasers,
Ultimate Spinach,
H. Thieme,
China Crisis,
Nico,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Germs,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Birthday Party,
Dave Gahan,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
The Human League,
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unrelated Segments,
Franke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
Ituana,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Move,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.