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 Ivory Coast and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Christie,
X-101,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
Lyres,
Whodini,
The Victims,
Bobby Sherman,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Hill,
the Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
Technova,
Harmonia,
Shoche,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques,
The Knickerbockers,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
Bill Wells,
Eric Dolphy,
Chrome,
DJ Sneak,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maleditus Sound,
OOIOO,
Ultravox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Carl Craig,
The Mojo Men,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fluxion,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Altered Images,
Minutemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantytec,
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
The Modern Lovers,
Thompson Twins,
Mantronix,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.