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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mandrill to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
The Seeds,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Urselle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Graham Central Station,
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
Newcleus,
Unrelated Segments,
Con Funk Shun,
Janne Schatter,
The Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag,
The Busters,
Josef K,
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donny Hathaway,
Gabor Szabo,
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hashim,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
Wings,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxy Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
Infiniti,
Blancmange,
cv313,
Man Parrish,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
Ponytail,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
Ten City,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.