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 Nicaragua and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Flipper 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hashim,
The Kinks,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxy Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
KRS-One,
Mo-Dettes,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marine Girls,
China Crisis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smiths,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
Little Man,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
Pole,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
Marmalade,
Dual Sessions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.