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 Austria and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Litter to the punk 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Womack,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
Silicon Teens,
Vladislav Delay,
Japan,
Audionom,
Arthur Verocai,
Quantec,
Ice-T,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
Prince Buster,
Amazonics,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Swans,
Sparks,
Half Japanese,
The Victims,
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
Ultravox,
Saccharine Trust,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.