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 Ethiopia 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
UT,
Faraquet,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Swans,
Roxette,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
Connie Case,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
The Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Essential Logic,
Circle Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Grass Roots,
The Move,
The Trojans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantaleimon,
10cc,
Curtis Mayfield,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eden Ahbez,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Surgeon,
Jerry's Kids,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
Cymande,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Groovy Waters,
Bush Tetras,
Excepter,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.