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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Stockholm Monsters to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nico,
Bronski Beat,
Camberwell Now,
Lower 48,
Aloha Tigers,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Wells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Byrd,
Ice-T,
The Gladiators,
Bauhaus,
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
Joe Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
cv313,
Rotary Connection,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Heaven 17,
X-101,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
Metal Thangz,
The Busters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Almond,
John Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Sandy B,
Radio Birdman,
Josef K,
Man Parrish,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Terry,
John Cale,
Swell Maps,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.