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 Singapore and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agent Orange to the techno 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Vainqueur,
Visage,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Porter Ricks,
The Human League,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
Unwound,
Monolake,
Sugar Minott,
A Certain Ratio,
The Star Department,
The Mummies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
The Raincoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
CMW,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Pus,
Todd Rundgren,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster,
Patti Smith,
Minutemen,
Jacob Miller,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
48th St. Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aloha Tigers,
Scrapy,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
Section 25,
Eric Copeland,
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy Collins,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.