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 Norway and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 The Blues Magoos to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Animal Collective,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
Hashim,
Bobby Womack,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tim Buckley,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
Bang On A Can,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
a-ha,
Masters at Work,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
Marmalade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
Faraquet,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
Absolute Body Control,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
Chris Corsano,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalann,
Newcleus,
Pagans,
Warsaw,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
The Neon Judgement,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Radio Birdman,
Royal Trux,
Visage,
The Busters,
Godley & Creme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker,
Arcadia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.