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 Bhutan and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 The Wake to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Main Source,
Eve St. Jones,
Prince Buster,
DNA,
Robert Hood,
Nico,
Visage,
Lungfish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
The Divine Comedy,
Zero Boys,
K-Klass,
Todd Rundgren,
The Young Rascals,
The Saints,
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet,
Easy Going,
Tres Demented,
ABC,
Juan Atkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Laurel Aitken,
Ice-T,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arcadia,
Bauhaus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
Wasted Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Mantronix,
Ultravox,
Funky Four + One,
Stiv Bators,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
Slick Rick,
Aswad,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pole,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.