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 Laos and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Quantec 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Machine,
Inner City,
The Victims,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Bourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
Josef K,
Wire,
Lou Reed,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
Man Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Young Marble Giants,
Basic Channel,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Wake,
Absolute Body Control,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aswad,
Sound Behaviour,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rekid,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
The Happenings,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
the Association,
Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Trojans,
Q65,
Pere Ubu,
The United States of America,
The Count Five,
Black Pus,
Average White Band,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.