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 Seychelles and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quadrant 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
PIL,
Malaria!,
Archie Shepp,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cecil Taylor,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
R.M.O.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
Soft Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Wake,
Anakelly,
Bobby Byrd,
the Germs,
Zapp,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
In Retrospect,
The Busters,
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Holt,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
the Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
Ten City,
New Age Steppers,
Popol Vuh,
Schoolly D,
Sparks,
Althea and Donna,
Unrelated Segments,
Carl Craig,
Spandau Ballet,
Babytalk,
Fear,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.