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 Libya and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Gap Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Tres Demented,
Maurizio,
Parry Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Sex Pistols,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
Organ,
Skarface,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
EPMD,
Robert Görl,
Spoonie Gee,
a-ha,
Joey Negro,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Au Pairs,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minnie Riperton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Main Source,
Rapeman,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
Adolescents,
Cameo,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
the Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
Scan 7,
The Blackbyrds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
Bluetip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magma,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.