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 Nauru and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Groovy Waters,
Sex Pistols,
Reagan Youth,
New Order,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near,
Franke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rod Modell,
Can,
The Saints,
Susan Cadogan,
CMW,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
Matthew Halsall,
Technova,
Absolute Body Control,
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
The Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Kayak,
Jacques Brel,
The Invisible,
Warsaw,
Ludus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cameo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Make Up,
JFA,
Crash Course in Science,
Agent Orange,
June Days,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
The Standells,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spoonie Gee,
Motorama,
The Techniques,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
X-101,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.