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 Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Popol Vuh to the crunk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Television Personalities,
Ohio Players,
Wasted Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Simply Red,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
The Wake,
John Coltrane,
The American Breed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wire,
Ice-T,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
Thee Headcoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Deadbeat,
The Last Poets,
Country Teasers,
The Remains,
Cheater Slicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Angry Samoans,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moebius,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Gong,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
The Cramps,
The Cowsills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chrome,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
The Selecter,
Unrelated Segments,
Sandy B,
Alice Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Ten City,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.