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 Maldives and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Blossom Toes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brothers Johnson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Technova,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
Yellowson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
Spoonie Gee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalann,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monks,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
Patti Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
ABC,
The Dead C,
The Index,
The Gap Band,
Mark Hollis,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flash Fearless,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
Lyres,
Davy DMX,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Niagra,
Young Marble Giants,
Brass Construction,
The Saints,
The Cowsills,
The Martian,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Normal,
The Smiths,
R.M.O.,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.