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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 Chrome to the techno 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Scientists,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus,
Q and Not U,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
Lucky Dragons,
48th St. Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moss Icon,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Japan,
Avey Tare,
Supertramp,
The Residents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
Nas,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
F. McDonald,
The Associates,
Juan Atkins,
Rites of Spring,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
Rekid,
Television Personalities,
Q65,
Alice Coltrane,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
Tim Buckley,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun City Girls,
Ohio Players,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Evens,
Hasil Adkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Fugazi,
Rosa Yemen,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.