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 Sierra Leone and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DeepChord presents Echospace 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz,
Mantronix,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
Crime,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
Parry Music,
Outsiders,
Grauzone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bronski Beat,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed,
Massinfluence,
Faust,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liliput,
China Crisis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funky Four + One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
The Evens,
The Names,
Eve St. Jones,
Siglo XX,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
The Doors,
Tubeway Army,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
MDC,
Guru Guru,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Stooges,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.