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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sisters of Mercy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Barry Ungar,
Pierre Henry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Motions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doors,
ABC,
The Techniques,
Cheater Slicks,
Unwound,
the Normal,
World's Most,
H. Thieme,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
The Dirtbombs,
X-102,
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joy Division,
Gichy Dan,
Roxette,
Sonic Youth,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
Loose Ends,
Fugazi,
Altered Images,
Althea and Donna,
Kerri Chandler,
Babytalk,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
The Dead C,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Whodini,
Franke,
Rod Modell,
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.