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 Andorra 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Shadows of Knight to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
Tubeway Army,
The Knickerbockers,
Brick,
Little Man,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Görl,
The Gap Band,
Funkadelic,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
Television Personalities,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Wells,
Rites of Spring,
Sister Nancy,
Gong,
The Durutti Column,
One Last Wish,
Half Japanese,
Dennis Brown,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
Thompson Twins,
Vainqueur,
Ice-T,
Joe Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
Infiniti,
Sex Pistols,
Davy DMX,
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
Tres Demented,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Litter,
Ossler,
Delta 5,
Subhumans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Index,
Andrew Hill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
Duran Duran,
Ultra Naté,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.