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 Tunisia and from London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
OOIOO,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole,
Rod Modell,
Mars,
Drexciya,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
Eric Dolphy,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bronski Beat,
Colin Newman,
Grey Daturas,
Roxy Music,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
Sun City Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Slits,
Bobby Womack,
The Five Americans,
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
The Mighty Diamonds,
This Heat,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slackers,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
The Birthday Party,
One Last Wish,
Wire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Barracudas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.