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 Mauritius and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Audionom to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Style,
Sparks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Isaac Hayes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Barracudas,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
Wasted Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
Marvin Gaye,
The Neon Judgement,
Mo-Dettes,
Inner City,
Harmonia,
MDC,
Don Cherry,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
Qualms,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Talk Talk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Byron Stingily,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare,
Depeche Mode,
Grauzone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Accadde A,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
Albert Ayler,
Oblivians,
Monolake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delta 5,
Alphaville,
The Trojans,
Masters at Work,
Metal Thangz,
Davy DMX,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.