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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nation of Ulysses to the techno 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Black Sheep,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
John Holt,
The Mojo Men,
Q and Not U,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
Inner City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gong,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Music Machine,
Erasure,
Maleditus Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Prince Buster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fat Boys,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Duran Duran,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
B.T. Express,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Fraelich,
David McCallum,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
Easy Going,
Motorama,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt,
Wasted Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.