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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Black Flag to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Model 500,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex,
Little Man,
Soul II Soul,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
Black Sheep,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick May,
8 Eyed Spy,
Adolescents,
Clear Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Simply Red,
The Beau Brummels,
Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave,
Theoretical Girls,
Excepter,
Scrapy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ponytail,
Bad Manners,
Surgeon,
Bang On A Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
F. McDonald,
Subhumans,
Anakelly,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacob Miller,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
Spandau Ballet,
Brass Construction,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
Pylon,
Joensuu 1685,
Minny Pops,
Stetsasonic,
The Tremeloes,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-Ray Spex,
The Searchers,
Ituana,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.