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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Judy Mowatt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Rekid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur,
Liliput,
the Bar-Kays,
Barry Ungar,
Barrington Levy,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Anthony Braxton,
MC5,
Visage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
Hardrive,
LL Cool J,
Grey Daturas,
The Smiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marmalade,
Angry Samoans,
Absolute Body Control,
Scrapy,
Eric Copeland,
Brick,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
Fugazi,
Minny Pops,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Durutti Column,
Ten City,
Charles Mingus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Germs,
Arcadia,
The American Breed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The New Christs,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.