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 Botswana 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monks,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
The Martian,
Ronnie Foster,
The Saints,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun City Girls,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
Lyres,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alison Limerick,
Dennis Brown,
Stereo Dub,
Roger Hodgson,
Excepter,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots,
kango's stein massive,
Q and Not U,
Lightning Bolt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
KRS-One,
Eurythmics,
Panda Bear,
Fear,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oneida,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül II,
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gap Band,
Connie Case,
Faust,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.