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 Guyana and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Inner City to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
New Order,
Darondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Inner City,
the Association,
Nils Olav,
Kurtis Blow,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Buckinghams,
Josef K,
Laurel Aitken,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angry Samoans,
Q65,
Connie Case,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
Saccharine Trust,
a-ha,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
Andrew Hill,
Procol Harum,
World's Most,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
F. McDonald,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
This Heat,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
One Last Wish,
B.T. Express,
The Knickerbockers,
Al Stewart,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
The Five Americans,
Graham Central Station,
R.M.O.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Colin Newman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mantronix,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.