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 Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oneida to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Lucky Dragons,
MDC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Khruangbin,
Youth Brigade,
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smiths,
Accadde A,
Marshall Jefferson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABBA,
The Angels of Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
Wire,
The Walker Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swell Maps,
Saccharine Trust,
Japan,
The Invisible,
Livin' Joy,
Sarah Menescal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun City Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Yusef Lateef,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cowsills,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boredoms,
EPMD,
Ornette Coleman,
James White and The Blacks,
Niagra,
Radiohead,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Association,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pylon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tom Boy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.