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 Luxembourg and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Toni Rubio,
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson,
Grauzone,
kango's stein massive,
David McCallum,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
Theoretical Girls,
Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Morten Harket,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Tres Demented,
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
The Knickerbockers,
Echospace,
Smog,
Los Fastidios,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hoover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
Buzzcocks,
Pulsallama,
OOIOO,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare,
Lou Christie,
Flipper,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Sherman,
X-102,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry's Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Urselle,
Vladislav Delay,
Excepter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lower 48,
The Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Ludus,
Jacques Brel,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.