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 Israel and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
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 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 Arcadia to the crunk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
Pulsallama,
Aloha Tigers,
Pylon,
Echospace,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
Anakelly,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
Sister Nancy,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Excepter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
Soul II Soul,
Angry Samoans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Supertramp,
Black Moon,
Agent Orange,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
Qualms,
The Golliwogs,
The Gories,
AZ,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
Man Parrish,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.