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 Niger and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Erasure to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
Fela Kuti,
Bluetip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Terry,
Mission of Burma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Juan Atkins,
Byron Stingily,
The Last Poets,
Charles Mingus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glenn Branca,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stiv Bators,
Von Mondo,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
The Smiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rapeman,
Sam Rivers,
Roger Hodgson,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stereo Dub,
Model 500,
Shoche,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nirvana,
The Leaves,
Silicon Teens,
The Angels of Light,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Sherman,
Duran Duran,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donny Hathaway,
The Zeros,
Infiniti,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.