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 Barbados and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Lydon,
Donny Hathaway,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Pussy Galore,
Toni Rubio,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
the Normal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monolake,
The Invisible,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monochrome Set,
Charles Mingus,
Cecil Taylor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Lakeside,
Popol Vuh,
Leonard Cohen,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
Pere Ubu,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gabor Szabo,
The Durutti Column,
Al Stewart,
The Slits,
Pylon,
Skarface,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ituana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Golliwogs,
Shoche,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.