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 Equatorial 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Au Pairs to the rap 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
ABC,
Zero Boys,
Arcadia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Darondo,
Loose Ends,
Dennis Brown,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scrapy,
Underground Resistance,
EPMD,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Thompson Twins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
Aural Exciters,
KRS-One,
Jeff Mills,
The Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
The Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Ken Boothe,
Livin' Joy,
Alton Ellis,
Parry Music,
The Martian,
Altered Images,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Howard Jones,
The Gories,
Country Teasers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doors,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skriet,
The Knickerbockers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Skarface,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc,
Nick Fraelich,
Y Pants,
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.