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 Niger and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Wasted Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Red Krayola,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
Charles Mingus,
The Barracudas,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O.,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Das Ding,
Barry Ungar,
ABBA,
KRS-One,
Michelle Simonal,
Ice-T,
The Pop Group,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Accadde A,
Nico,
Little Man,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
Spoonie Gee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grey Daturas,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
The Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Lakeside,
This Heat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visage,
the Human League,
Pole,
Minutemen,
Lindisfarne,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fall,
The Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Christie,
Hoover,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.