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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sound Behaviour to the disco 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Neon Judgement,
Schoolly D,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fear,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
Suburban Knight,
Jandek,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
Aloha Tigers,
Juan Atkins,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
Masters at Work,
Slave,
Suicide,
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
Fad Gadget,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Holt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anakelly,
The Cramps,
Maleditus Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Kinks,
Bobby Byrd,
Skaos,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül,
ABC,
Main Source,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tres Demented,
Agitation Free,
A Certain Ratio,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Last Poets,
Warren Ellis,
Magma,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.