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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Smoke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crooked Eye,
Ten City,
Stetsasonic,
Dual Sessions,
Intrusion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Normal,
The Residents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blackbyrds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hardrive,
the Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Joensuu 1685,
Little Man,
David Axelrod,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
PIL,
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reagan Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
Quando Quango,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boz Scaggs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Babytalk,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
Banda Bassotti,
June Days,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.