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 St Lucia 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Carl Craig to the dance 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
R.M.O.,
MC5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skriet,
Maleditus Sound,
Mars,
The Searchers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soulsonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Lucky Dragons,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
Amazonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minny Pops,
Scan 7,
The Index,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thee Headcoats,
JFA,
Scientists,
Althea and Donna,
This Heat,
Sex Pistols,
Sound Behaviour,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angry Samoans,
Faraquet,
Bill Near,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
Moby Grape,
The Misunderstood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boz Scaggs,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra,
Cybotron,
Sparks,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
Judy Mowatt,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.