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 Germany and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sandy B to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Connie Case,
Carl Craig,
Alton Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spoonie Gee,
Magma,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Con Funk Shun,
Joy Division,
Silicon Teens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ice-T,
Popol Vuh,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
Freddie Wadling,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
John Coltrane,
Alphaville,
The Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Offenders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
Goldenarms,
New Order,
Visage,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
Ponytail,
Trumans Water,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantytec,
The Index,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
The Angels of Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Easy Going,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.