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 Mauritania and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 X-Ray Spex to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris Corsano,
Au Pairs,
Roxette,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
Crime,
Moby Grape,
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller,
Los Fastidios,
the Association,
Godley & Creme,
Ultravox,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
The Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
the Normal,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warren Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker,
Basic Channel,
Shuggie Otis,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Rotary Connection,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anakelly,
Scientists,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
Kerrie Biddell,
Excepter,
PIL,
EPMD,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.