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 Peru and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Mummies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blancmange,
Fear,
B.T. Express,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
Ice-T,
Jeff Lynne,
X-101,
Gil Scott Heron,
Index,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
Scion,
The Cure,
Deakin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
Unrelated Segments,
Audionom,
Kas Product,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
Jawbox,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Victims,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
Can,
Lyres,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sight & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Wells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-Ray Spex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.