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 Korea South and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scientists to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Maurizio,
Quadrant,
Kayak,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Techniques,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terry Callier,
Fear,
Slave,
Funky Four + One,
Joensuu 1685,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantaleimon,
Zero Boys,
Zapp,
The Cramps,
Parry Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
Ronan,
Excepter,
Isaac Hayes,
Section 25,
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
Darondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerri Chandler,
Pulsallama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
Organ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.