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 Cuba 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marc Almond to the dance 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Eurythmics,
Minny Pops,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Bourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Thee Headcoats,
David McCallum,
Lalann,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joensuu 1685,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marine Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The American Breed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
Procol Harum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yusef Lateef,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
The Happenings,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
The Index,
Althea and Donna,
Accadde A,
Aloha Tigers,
Colin Newman,
Isaac Hayes,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harry Pussy,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
Underground Resistance,
Blake Baxter,
Sandy B,
Faust,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
Scan 7,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.