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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Warren Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
John Lydon,
Alison Limerick,
The Last Poets,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Bananas,
the Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Nik Kershaw,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
The Busters,
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter and Kerry,
Procol Harum,
Ten City,
Chris & Cosey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Cymande,
Hoover,
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Searchers,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ponytail,
The Leaves,
Excepter,
The Selecter,
the Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Sheep,
Slave,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scientists,
Morten Harket,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Patti Smith,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.