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 Oman and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gladiators to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman,
Leonard Cohen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
The Residents,
Oblivians,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
Moebius,
Chrome,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
Sun City Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
Duran Duran,
B.T. Express,
Yellowson,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
Make Up,
The Busters,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Searchers,
Lalo Schifrin,
In Retrospect,
Desert Stars,
Joey Negro,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
Sällskapet,
Brick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
Darondo,
Altered Images,
OOIOO,
Funkadelic,
The Sonics,
Ossler,
The Fortunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.