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 Uzbekistan and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Patti Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Carl Craig,
The Standells,
Kerri Chandler,
Skaos,
Organ,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker,
Moebius,
Soft Machine,
Bill Wells,
Rapeman,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
Tommy Roe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mr. Review,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lyres,
The Residents,
Motorama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sonics,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
The Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Cymande,
Hoover,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cameo,
Silicon Teens,
The Trojans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Section 25,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
Pylon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Bar-Kays,
The Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.