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 Slovakia 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Monochrome Set,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
Black Sheep,
the Normal,
Yaz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Y Pants,
Bronski Beat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerri Chandler,
Nils Olav,
The Star Department,
Lakeside,
Soulsonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Prince Buster,
Rekid,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Clear Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
the Swans,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barbara Tucker,
Fluxion,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Last Poets,
Whodini,
Rod Modell,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slackers,
David Axelrod,
Sam Rivers,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
Rotary Connection,
Little Man,
B.T. Express,
Monks,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
Talk Talk,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.