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 Syria and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Dead Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spoonie Gee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
Lakeside,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
Rod Modell,
Wolf Eyes,
Rosa Yemen,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
Bootsy Collins,
Hasil Adkins,
D'Angelo,
Tomorrow,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Clarke,
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads,
Lalann,
Smog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
Silicon Teens,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
Wire,
Bauhaus,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
The Index,
Ronan,
Agitation Free,
Grauzone,
Black Pus,
Brass Construction,
Piero Umiliani,
Mark Hollis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Inner City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
Intrusion,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.