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 Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
the Association,
Thompson Twins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls,
Hoover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Buzzcocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joy Division,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills,
the Swans,
This Heat,
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
Tears for Fears,
Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monks,
Pylon,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
Bluetip,
Radio Birdman,
Boz Scaggs,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
H. Thieme,
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
Mars,
The Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Busters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Byrd,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
Symarip,
Barclay James Harvest,
F. McDonald,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Hood,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
Sandy B,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.