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 Tonga and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Cramps to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Easy Going,
Niagra,
Nik Kershaw,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
The Standells,
The Moody Blues,
Alison Limerick,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
Procol Harum,
Eric Copeland,
Swell Maps,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Interpol,
Gang of Four,
E-Dancer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Wells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Massinfluence,
Pharoah Sanders,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
Bob Dylan,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Order,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
Bootsy Collins,
the Germs,
The Motions,
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye,
Mark Hollis,
the Association,
Delta 5,
The Cure,
Vladislav Delay,
The Move,
Slave,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley,
Judy Mowatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Funkadelic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.