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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 The Electric Prunes to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Green,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moss Icon,
Quadrant,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Sneak,
Iggy Pop,
Organ,
Dual Sessions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unwound,
Matthew Bourne,
Loose Ends,
Marine Girls,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
F. McDonald,
CMW,
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doors,
Whodini,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
Ronan,
Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warren Ellis,
Tom Boy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
K-Klass,
Tres Demented,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
Basic Channel,
Archie Shepp,
Youth Brigade,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
The Mojo Men,
Davy DMX,
Lalann,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Holt,
Connie Case,
Alice Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ten City,
The Slits,
Delta 5,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.