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 Lithuania 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Iggy Pop to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
In Retrospect,
Reagan Youth,
R.M.O.,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul Sonic Force,
10cc,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
Kenny Larkin,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
Camberwell Now,
Erykah Badu,
Bluetip,
The Gories,
Bill Wells,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
Sound Behaviour,
Easy Going,
Pantytec,
Boredoms,
Carl Craig,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Saints,
Judy Mowatt,
The New Christs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stiv Bators,
The Zeros,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!,
Accadde A,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MC5,
Niagra,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
The Skatalites,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
Subhumans,
Cymande,
Simply Red,
Outsiders,
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fad Gadget,
David Axelrod,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.