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 Macedonia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hot Snakes,
Quantec,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mark Hollis,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronan,
Flash Fearless,
Maurizio,
JFA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deakin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
Public Enemy,
Television Personalities,
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
Eden Ahbez,
Suburban Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Model 500,
Faraquet,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed,
Nick Fraelich,
Wings,
Symarip,
Howard Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echospace,
Nas,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
Brass Construction,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mojo Men,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick May,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.