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 Venezuela and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cal Tjader to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mr. Review,
ABBA,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
The Golliwogs,
Dead Boys,
Warsaw,
Sixth Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Carl Craig,
Reuben Wilson,
Television,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
The Beau Brummels,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boredoms,
Erykah Badu,
Colin Newman,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
F. McDonald,
Gerry Rafferty,
The American Breed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
Cheater Slicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultra Naté,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
Bush Tetras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skriet,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
In Retrospect,
48th St. Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
The Dead C,
Animal Collective,
Los Fastidios,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.