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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Procol Harum to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cure,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glenn Branca,
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter,
Television Personalities,
Los Fastidios,
John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
Heaven 17,
Cal Tjader,
Roger Hodgson,
Aaron Thompson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
Flipper,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
Symarip,
The Velvet Underground,
Judy Mowatt,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
The J.B.'s,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David McCallum,
Bauhaus,
Kerri Chandler,
The Evens,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.