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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 Skriet to the electroclash 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
the Swans,
The Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive,
DNA,
Kas Product,
Smog,
Bob Dylan,
ABC,
Soulsonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall,
Idris Muhammad,
John Foxx,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
Easy Going,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rotary Connection,
the Association,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Qualms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wally Richardson,
Average White Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oneida,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zapp,
the Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.