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 New Zealand and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Marine Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
Blossom Toes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick May,
Scion,
Black Pus,
Bobby Sherman,
Piero Umiliani,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
Kaleidoscope,
Smog,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wings,
The Vogues,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra,
Pantaleimon,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Sheep,
A Certain Ratio,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
Liliput,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marvin Gaye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
The Birthday Party,
La Düsseldorf,
Morten Harket,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rotary Connection,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
Lakeside,
Y Pants,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.