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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Roxy Music to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
Magma,
The Invisible,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang of Four,
Theoretical Girls,
The Trojans,
Peter and Kerry,
Severed Heads,
Main Source,
Lee Hazlewood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Los Fastidios,
Hashim,
Brothers Johnson,
The Grass Roots,
Pylon,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Remains,
Outsiders,
Pole,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moby Grape,
Monolake,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cramps,
The Star Department,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Pierre Henry,
Sandy B,
The Count Five,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultravox,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faraquet,
Bobby Sherman,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
Derrick Morgan,
X-102,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia,
Average White Band,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.