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 Andorra and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 The Knickerbockers to the grime 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
Ponytail,
The Moody Blues,
Black Flag,
The Selecter,
Henry Cow,
Flash Fearless,
Kerrie Biddell,
Metal Thangz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Guru Guru,
Josef K,
Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spandau Ballet,
Freddie Wadling,
Accadde A,
Stereo Dub,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Alice Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Quadrant,
Minnie Riperton,
Quantec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Leaves,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
The Techniques,
Anakelly,
Audionom,
Pole,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood,
June of 44,
Jandek,
Connie Case,
Index,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doors,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.