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 Nigeria and from Accra.
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 Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Freddie Wadling to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Morten Harket,
Tears for Fears,
Neu!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
Cal Tjader,
The Skatalites,
Mission of Burma,
Hasil Adkins,
The Techniques,
Intrusion,
Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Urselle,
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pop Group,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler,
The Cowsills,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
The Wake,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Normal,
The Busters,
Bluetip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Erasure,
Hoover,
the Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
Brass Construction,
Ituana,
Eve St. Jones,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.