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 the UAE and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Gang of Four to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Soulsonic Force,
The Leaves,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
The Velvet Underground,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
Suburban Knight,
Moss Icon,
Guru Guru,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jimmy McGriff,
PIL,
The Cramps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Osbourne,
a-ha,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
Outsiders,
The Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
Crime,
Whodini,
Babytalk,
The Dead C,
The Names,
Carl Craig,
Cymande,
Au Pairs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
Ultravox,
Mark Hollis,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale,
Pantytec,
Joey Negro,
E-Dancer,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.