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 Libya and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the funk 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Panda Bear,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wings,
Organ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
Connie Case,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
Anthony Braxton,
Magazine,
Alice Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
Adolescents,
The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bauhaus,
Lakeside,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
Inner City,
Nick Fraelich,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
EPMD,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
Aswad,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Junior Murvin,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Joe Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
The Durutti Column,
Sonic Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
Archie Shepp,
MC5,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pierre Henry,
John Holt,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.