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 Barbados and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Soft Cell to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minor Threat,
Hashim,
Grauzone,
X-101,
Los Fastidios,
Little Man,
Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Intrusion,
Al Stewart,
Depeche Mode,
Fat Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wire,
Trumans Water,
Pantaleimon,
Subhumans,
Delta 5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
Ultravox,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Janne Schatter,
The Moody Blues,
Mantronix,
The American Breed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes,
Judy Mowatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oneida,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
Amazonics,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Moon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nico,
Altered Images,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
Nas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.