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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Neu! to the jazz 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Monks,
The Music Machine,
Wire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scan 7,
World's Most,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya,
Anakelly,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
Maurizio,
La Düsseldorf,
Erykah Badu,
The Misunderstood,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
Marc Almond,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Green,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode,
Gong,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Wasted Youth,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
MDC,
The Cramps,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fugs,
Audionom,
Surgeon,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.