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 Lesotho and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Average White Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Mars,
June of 44,
Fluxion,
the Bar-Kays,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arthur Verocai,
the Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Japan,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
The Dead C,
Grauzone,
D'Angelo,
Robert Hood,
Pere Ubu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
Aural Exciters,
Depeche Mode,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Urselle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skarface,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
Chris & Cosey,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
Darondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shoche,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Toasters,
K-Klass,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Liliput,
Moss Icon,
Nico,
Can,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.