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 Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fuzztones to the techno 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
Groovy Waters,
Blancmange,
Bobby Sherman,
Index,
Althea and Donna,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Tears for Fears,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ossler,
Deepchord,
Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
The Knickerbockers,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
Excepter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
T.S.O.L.,
The Stooges,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minny Pops,
Terrestrial Tones,
PIL,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Association,
Cybotron,
Faust,
The Evens,
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
Fugazi,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
Mandrill,
Reuben Wilson,
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.