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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
Chrome,
Sound Behaviour,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Massinfluence,
Country Teasers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Essential Logic,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
B.T. Express,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Terry,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crooked Eye,
The Velvet Underground,
F. McDonald,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
Connie Case,
PIL,
Excepter,
U.S. Maple,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agent Orange,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
These Immortal Souls,
Warren Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
The Skatalites,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Pierre Henry,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
Magazine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Altered Images,
Junior Murvin,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
The Vogues,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.