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 Afghanistan and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 New Order to the grunge 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
Moby Grape,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grey Daturas,
the Sonics,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
Public Enemy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalann,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Barrington Levy,
Talk Talk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Yazoo,
A Certain Ratio,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
The Divine Comedy,
Lakeside,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
Average White Band,
B.T. Express,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
China Crisis,
the Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Whodini,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Duran Duran,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.