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 Suriname and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 L. Decosne to the crunk 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Starr,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slits,
Hashim,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
Fela Kuti,
The Searchers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gladiators,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed,
The Vogues,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
Maurizio,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
DNA,
The Stooges,
Terry Callier,
Funkadelic,
JFA,
Bang On A Can,
Hoover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Bourne,
Intrusion,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monochrome Set,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Suicide,
Model 500,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
E-Dancer,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
Parry Music,
Organ,
The Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.