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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Royal Trux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry,
Barry Ungar,
Alice Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Monolake,
Clear Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris & Cosey,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
June Days,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
Negative Approach,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spandau Ballet,
Royal Trux,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mummies,
Crime,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Bourne,
T. Rex,
the Germs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
Byron Stingily,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Franke,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anthony Braxton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rufus Thomas,
Minny Pops,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moody Blues,
Henry Cow,
Hoover,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Lydon,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.