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 Dominican Republic and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Suburban Knight to the jazz 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
Silicon Teens,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
Rekid,
Icehouse,
Andrew Hill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
Malaria!,
Colin Newman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
Index,
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
The Knickerbockers,
Saccharine Trust,
MC5,
Japan,
Eli Mardock,
Black Flag,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Al Stewart,
World's Most,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
LL Cool J,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
John Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Cameo,
Dark Day,
Visage,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci,
Pole,
Lucky Dragons,
Arab on Radar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
David Bowie,
The Leaves,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.