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 San Marino and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tears for Fears to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
Clear Light,
The Searchers,
Subhumans,
Wasted Youth,
Deakin,
Cal Tjader,
Colin Newman,
Mark Hollis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Index,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fluxion,
The Mojo Men,
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
Minny Pops,
Grauzone,
Skarface,
Cheater Slicks,
Lyres,
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk,
Ronan,
Donald Byrd,
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
Radio Birdman,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Unwound,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Move,
The United States of America,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.