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 Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Move to the rock 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ten City,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond,
the Sonics,
Make Up,
The Monks,
The Young Rascals,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
Skaos,
Thee Headcoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
Second Layer,
The Zeros,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare,
Harmonia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
Lou Christie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Steve Hackett,
Kaleidoscope,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
PIL,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bob Dylan,
The Mummies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-Ray Spex,
Lindisfarne,
Y Pants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Al Stewart,
Alton Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most,
Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiohead,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.