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 Jordan and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Bob Dylan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Hot Snakes,
Lightning Bolt,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
Livin' Joy,
The Monks,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu,
K-Klass,
Excepter,
Sun Ra,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Martian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
Moebius,
Danielle Patucci,
Fela Kuti,
Magma,
La Düsseldorf,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jawbox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Second Layer,
Alton Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABC,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
Main Source,
Marc Almond,
The Index,
Wings,
Reuben Wilson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
In Retrospect,
The Barracudas,
Joe Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Wyatt,
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel,
Pylon,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tubeway Army,
The Young Rascals,
The Gories,
The New Christs,
The Zeros,
Dennis Brown,
Grey Daturas,
Kas Product,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.