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 the UAE and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rap 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
Parry Music,
Radiohead,
Thompson Twins,
Brand Nubian,
Loose Ends,
Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
The Saints,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes,
Mantronix,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Names,
Icehouse,
World's Most,
The United States of America,
Chris & Cosey,
Nas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
Urselle,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
Lalann,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Stiv Bators,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Germs,
Sexual Harrassment,
PIL,
X-102,
Lyres,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.