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 Costa Rica 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 David Axelrod to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Bauhaus,
Clear Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Five Americans,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Magazine,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Silicon Teens,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
Brick,
Letta Mbulu,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
The Vogues,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
The Golliwogs,
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
Ossler,
Scion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
Hoover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ponytail,
KRS-One,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl,
Ronnie Foster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The J.B.'s,
Agitation Free,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
The Victims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Flag,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke,
Guru Guru,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slackers,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.