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 Mongolia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Accadde A to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K,
Rufus Thomas,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
Mad Mike,
The Techniques,
Gabor Szabo,
B.T. Express,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q and Not U,
The Stooges,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Selecter,
Scratch Acid,
Crash Course in Science,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Au Pairs,
Boredoms,
Audionom,
LL Cool J,
Warsaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Half Japanese,
Faust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
F. McDonald,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pylon,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Names,
Pierre Henry,
Godley & Creme,
Blossom Toes,
Masters at Work,
Spoonie Gee,
Q65,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
Adolescents,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.