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 Oman and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Cale to the rock 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
Lower 48,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mantronix,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Bananas,
The Buckinghams,
Slave,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mummies,
Roxette,
Lucky Dragons,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
Clear Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Qualms,
Vladislav Delay,
Cheater Slicks,
Duran Duran,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
Circle Jerks,
Warsaw,
Pulsallama,
Scrapy,
Isaac Hayes,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
Ituana,
The American Breed,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Slits,
Nils Olav,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.