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 Gambia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Offenders,
T. Rex,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faraquet,
Susan Cadogan,
Drexciya,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Darondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Birthday Party,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fortunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
F. McDonald,
Tres Demented,
Aswad,
Adolescents,
The Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
The Durutti Column,
L. Decosne,
Sällskapet,
Soft Machine,
The Pop Group,
Lou Christie,
Cluster,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
Minor Threat,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
D'Angelo,
Mark Hollis,
Kayak,
Von Mondo,
Gang Green,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
The Black Dice,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül,
Stetsasonic,
Massinfluence,
Tom Boy,
10cc,
Organ,
UT,
MDC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.