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 South Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Dennis Brown to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
The Motions,
Slave,
Cymande,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Mo-Dettes,
DNA,
Skarface,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David McCallum,
Black Pus,
Mars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
Junior Murvin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Reuben Wilson,
John Foxx,
48th St. Collective,
Niagra,
Tim Buckley,
Fugazi,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Zapp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Khruangbin,
The Index,
Ronan,
Blancmange,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
Grauzone,
Crime,
The Happenings,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.