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 Russia and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 The Sisters of Mercy 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
Pantaleimon,
Brothers Johnson,
Kas Product,
Connie Case,
Yazoo,
Smog,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dave Gahan,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
The Red Krayola,
Thee Headcoats,
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
The Fugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Terry,
Mandrill,
The Offenders,
Adolescents,
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Black Dice,
Scan 7,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flash Fearless,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
Althea and Donna,
Clear Light,
10cc,
Drexciya,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.