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 Albania and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 World's Most 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Porter Ricks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Slits,
Quantec,
Camberwell Now,
Bob Dylan,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
Banda Bassotti,
Joensuu 1685,
Icehouse,
Dawn Penn,
The Barracudas,
The Wake,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O.,
Barry Ungar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delta 5,
Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
EPMD,
Kerrie Biddell,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
Visage,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
JFA,
Alice Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
Soft Machine,
Dark Day,
Das Ding,
Newcleus,
The Shadows of Knight,
OOIOO,
World's Most,
Young Marble Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.