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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-101 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Halsall,
Television Personalities,
Skarface,
Nirvana,
Davy DMX,
Parry Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
Porter Ricks,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
Warren Ellis,
Ituana,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
Franke,
Black Moon,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harmonia,
The Pretty Things,
Harpers Bizarre,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
La Düsseldorf,
Monks,
Inner City,
Derrick May,
Bronski Beat,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young,
Royal Trux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
Zapp,
The Knickerbockers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Half Japanese,
Fatback Band,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Godley & Creme,
Duran Duran,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.