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 Benin and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
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 808 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 Jeff Mills to the techno 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Country Teasers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delta 5,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
Negative Approach,
The J.B.'s,
the Human League,
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
Oblivians,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Moon,
Quadrant,
New Order,
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
Funkadelic,
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Barrington Levy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
The Divine Comedy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
Lyres,
Royal Trux,
cv313,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
Harmonia,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
Dead Boys,
The Cowsills,
Arab on Radar,
The Blackbyrds,
Section 25,
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
JFA,
Infiniti,
Prince Buster,
Alton Ellis,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.