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 Comoros and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Masters at Work to the techno 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Mad Mike,
Schoolly D,
Ronnie Foster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Audionom,
Half Japanese,
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Moon,
Fugazi,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bronski Beat,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Charles Mingus,
Magazine,
Erasure,
Theoretical Girls,
Au Pairs,
Niagra,
Juan Atkins,
Simply Red,
Massinfluence,
Mr. Review,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
David McCallum,
Max Romeo,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agitation Free,
kango's stein massive,
Grey Daturas,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
10cc,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dead Boys,
MC5,
Eddi Front,
Vladislav Delay,
Kurtis Blow,
Susan Cadogan,
Jandek,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.