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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lebanon Hanover to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Stetsasonic,
The Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T. Rex,
New Age Steppers,
The Invisible,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Aaron Thompson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalann,
Prince Buster,
Oneida,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
H. Thieme,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Style,
Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Roxette,
Matthew Halsall,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anthony Braxton,
Josef K,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
Thee Headcoats,
Lakeside,
David Axelrod,
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Colin Newman,
Television Personalities,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Buckinghams,
The Leaves,
The Grass Roots,
Don Cherry,
Kayak,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.