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 Barbados and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Faust to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Model 500,
Scientists,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
The Evens,
The United States of America,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
Radiohead,
Motorama,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eli Mardock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sight & Sound,
Ten City,
Shuggie Otis,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q65,
The Leaves,
Jeff Mills,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going,
Fad Gadget,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
Section 25,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Clarke,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
Janne Schatter,
The Seeds,
Erasure,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.