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 Cambodia and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Depeche Mode to the jazz 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
Flipper,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Görl,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
Delta 5,
The Angels of Light,
The Tremeloes,
The Vogues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cybotron,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
Essential Logic,
Marvin Gaye,
Funkadelic,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
Young Marble Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
Skarface,
Altered Images,
Gong,
Visage,
Lou Christie,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs,
H. Thieme,
Tim Buckley,
Gerry Rafferty,
Janne Schatter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul II Soul,
One Last Wish,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.