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 Libya and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
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 theremin 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 Ludus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Hashim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Khruangbin,
Dennis Brown,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
The Motions,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Chrome,
Janne Schatter,
Piero Umiliani,
Magma,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
Supertramp,
Soft Machine,
the Association,
Fatback Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
Al Stewart,
The Saints,
The Litter,
The Cowsills,
Arthur Verocai,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Motorama,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
Funkadelic,
Lalann,
The Smiths,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
La Düsseldorf,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Colin Newman,
Au Pairs,
Stereo Dub,
Q and Not U,
Subhumans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swans,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lakeside,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.