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 Azerbaijan and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lalann to the techno 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Neil Young,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harry Pussy,
The Wake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thee Headcoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sonics,
cv313,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Leonard Cohen,
Saccharine Trust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Adolescents,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
Shoche,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visage,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Halsall,
PIL,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
Dennis Brown,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Boogie Down Productions,
Infiniti,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Skatalites,
Parry Music,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.