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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rufus Thomas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Agitation Free,
Minny Pops,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
the Bar-Kays,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
Lightning Bolt,
the Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
FM Einheit,
Hasil Adkins,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
The Invisible,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sister Nancy,
EPMD,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
Lower 48,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
Bronski Beat,
Audionom,
Kayak,
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
Marmalade,
The Leaves,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Stockholm Monsters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tears for Fears,
The Litter,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
The Grass Roots,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
Letta Mbulu,
the Germs,
X-101,
Hashim,
Pierre Henry,
Von Mondo,
the Normal,
Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.