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 Taiwan and from Milan.
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 Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Boredoms to the crunk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Knickerbockers,
Quando Quango,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
Negative Approach,
ABC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
Minny Pops,
Smog,
Slave,
Eddi Front,
Mandrill,
Scrapy,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon,
Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
Steve Hackett,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers,
The Durutti Column,
Radiopuhelimet,
Inner City,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra,
Aural Exciters,
Wire,
Urselle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Yusef Lateef,
Arthur Verocai,
Bush Tetras,
The Dead C,
Aswad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q65,
Arab on Radar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Junior Murvin,
the Normal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swans,
The Move,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mark Hollis,
Dual Sessions,
Lakeside,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.