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 Albania and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Inner City to the dance 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Harry Pussy,
The Monks,
June Days,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
Davy DMX,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
Underground Resistance,
Lightning Bolt,
Organ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magazine,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
Negative Approach,
Visage,
X-101,
Wire,
Al Stewart,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young,
Stetsasonic,
Model 500,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
Eli Mardock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
Motorama,
Ohio Players,
Moebius,
The Victims,
EPMD,
E-Dancer,
Thompson Twins,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Almond,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Little Man,
The Motions,
Junior Murvin,
The Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
The Leaves,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Alarm Clocks,
AZ,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.