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 Norway and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole 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?
Connie Case,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anthony Braxton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Sherman,
Outsiders,
kango's stein massive,
Thompson Twins,
X-Ray Spex,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neu!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donald Byrd,
K-Klass,
The Zeros,
Hardrive,
New Order,
Pylon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Moebius,
Moss Icon,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fuzztones,
Fear,
Anakelly,
Organ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer,
Joy Division,
Jeff Mills,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Velvet Underground,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Subhumans,
Crash Course in Science,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
David Axelrod,
Interpol,
Popol Vuh,
10cc,
Alton Ellis,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.