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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Camouflage 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
Blossom Toes,
Siglo XX,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
The Names,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
Skaos,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Rotary Connection,
Flash Fearless,
The Fugs,
The Invisible,
the Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alton Ellis,
David McCallum,
Half Japanese,
Cybotron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Black Dice,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Circle Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
the Sonics,
The Techniques,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Near,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Trumans Water,
Excepter,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.