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 Iceland 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 L. Decosne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Blossom Toes,
Half Japanese,
Morten Harket,
CMW,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Desert Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cymande,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stiv Bators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
Zapp,
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiopuhelimet,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
Chris Corsano,
Slick Rick,
T. Rex,
Charles Mingus,
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacques Brel,
Ituana,
New Order,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
The Golliwogs,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick Morgan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camberwell Now,
Bluetip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.