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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bush Tetras to the grime 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
DNA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moby Grape,
Bill Wells,
kango's stein massive,
Skaos,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters,
10cc,
John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Normal,
Kayak,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Starr,
The Last Poets,
Nirvana,
Derrick Morgan,
Aswad,
ABC,
Cybotron,
The Birthday Party,
Scientists,
Bang On A Can,
Charles Mingus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slackers,
Grauzone,
Henry Cow,
Camouflage,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang of Four,
Soul II Soul,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
The Offenders,
Dual Sessions,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.