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 Uruguay and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Leaves to the dance 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Nico,
The Fugs,
Aswad,
Scratch Acid,
Sugar Minott,
Magazine,
Minnie Riperton,
Das Ding,
the Slits,
Minutemen,
Ponytail,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
Sun City Girls,
Funkadelic,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Green,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gladiators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visage,
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler,
Outsiders,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Carl Craig,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Sherman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
The Grass Roots,
Stereo Dub,
OOIOO,
The Fall,
Moss Icon,
Mantronix,
Sam Rivers,
Colin Newman,
Todd Rundgren,
Babytalk,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.