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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gil Scott Heron to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Hood,
Susan Cadogan,
CMW,
Second Layer,
June of 44,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T. Rex,
Rapeman,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
X-102,
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Massinfluence,
Main Source,
Subhumans,
Lightning Bolt,
ABC,
LL Cool J,
The Mummies,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
a-ha,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Selecter,
Crime,
Pantaleimon,
The Pretty Things,
Hoover,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
PIL,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronan,
Masters at Work,
Sonny Sharrock,
Make Up,
Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
Animal Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Motorama,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jandek,
Kayak,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.