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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Bauhaus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Sparks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Trojans,
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fugazi,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Procol Harum,
This Heat,
Second Layer,
Crime,
Albert Ayler,
Black Flag,
Inner City,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Happenings,
Derrick May,
F. McDonald,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
Fear,
cv313,
Infiniti,
Colin Newman,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
Hoover,
Grauzone,
The Leaves,
Faust,
Technova,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
Blossom Toes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Essential Logic,
Zapp,
The Star Department,
Mr. Review,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris Corsano,
Can,
The Fall,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
DNA,
MC5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
Janne Schatter,
Gastr Del Sol,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.