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 Denmark and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eden Ahbez to the grime 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Television,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quadrant,
Janne Schatter,
Procol Harum,
The Fortunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mr. Review,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Dolphy,
the Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Barrington Levy,
Godley & Creme,
Rufus Thomas,
Lyres,
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
Drexciya,
Parry Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minny Pops,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thee Headcoats,
Marine Girls,
Ultravox,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
Howard Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Christie,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
Deakin,
Cybotron,
Anakelly,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sound,
John Holt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.