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 Antigua and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Q65 to the techno 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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Jeff Lynne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oblivians,
John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dead Boys,
Rapeman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerri Chandler,
Shoche,
The Knickerbockers,
Carl Craig,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Can,
Japan,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
Black Flag,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harpers Bizarre,
The American Breed,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Near,
The Sound,
The Move,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
ABC,
Whodini,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Divine Comedy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gap Band,
Swell Maps,
Archie Shepp,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.