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 Croatia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Steve Hackett to the punk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül,
Yellowson,
Make Up,
Arab on Radar,
The Angels of Light,
Fugazi,
The Searchers,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vainqueur,
Max Romeo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Little Man,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
Darondo,
Rotary Connection,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
The Associates,
Wire,
Kayak,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Wyatt,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
Mantronix,
Aaron Thompson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Osbourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Faust,
the Association,
Scan 7,
Jerry's Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeru the Damaja,
Youth Brigade,
Idris Muhammad,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
The Skatalites,
AZ,
Ludus,
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Model 500,
OOIOO,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.