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 Samoa and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 U.S. Maple to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Cramps,
Johnny Clarke,
Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
kango's stein massive,
The Pop Group,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
David Bowie,
The Leaves,
Connie Case,
Kayak,
Cluster,
The Misunderstood,
Spandau Ballet,
The United States of America,
June of 44,
Hoover,
Khruangbin,
Faraquet,
U.S. Maple,
Silicon Teens,
Maurizio,
Stereo Dub,
In Retrospect,
Lyres,
June Days,
Joy Division,
Moss Icon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
One Last Wish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Fugazi,
Chrome,
The Saints,
Clear Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ice-T,
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Barracudas,
Little Man,
ABC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed,
Dark Day,
Brand Nubian,
the Association,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.