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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Second Layer to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brass Construction,
The Offenders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Ultravox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalann,
Banda Bassotti,
In Retrospect,
Gichy Dan,
Stiv Bators,
The Fugs,
Godley & Creme,
The Kinks,
Fatback Band,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Warsaw,
Sparks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
Icehouse,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Green,
Terry Callier,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liliput,
F. McDonald,
Josef K,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
Ludus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
Michelle Simonal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
Soulsonic Force,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arcadia,
Erykah Badu,
Radiohead,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.