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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Vainqueur to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
Susan Cadogan,
Blossom Toes,
The Birthday Party,
David McCallum,
Pulsallama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Maleditus Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Peter & Gordon,
the Human League,
Amon Düül,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks,
John Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
Audionom,
Amon Düül II,
Nik Kershaw,
Janne Schatter,
Royal Trux,
Aswad,
FM Einheit,
Alice Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Parry Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Leaves,
Jandek,
Sällskapet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ken Boothe,
In Retrospect,
U.S. Maple,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.