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 Malta and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the jazz 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
Depeche Mode,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dead Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
Mantronix,
The Offenders,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siglo XX,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C,
kango's stein massive,
Mad Mike,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Residents,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Smog,
Dawn Penn,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band,
The Monks,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
a-ha,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
Can,
The Birthday Party,
Gichy Dan,
Fugazi,
Negative Approach,
Soul II Soul,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dirtbombs,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
The United States of America,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.