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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Alton Ellis,
Cybotron,
Duran Duran,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Tubeway Army,
The Blues Magoos,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Kinks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product,
Sällskapet,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
the Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Gong,
Outsiders,
Can,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
The Dirtbombs,
Masters at Work,
Panda Bear,
Soulsonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul II Soul,
OOIOO,
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
The Cramps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brick,
Roxy Music,
H. Thieme,
Skriet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Carl Craig,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lucky Dragons,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Q and Not U,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
Skaos,
10cc,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.