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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Massinfluence to the rap 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quantec,
Skarface,
Intrusion,
Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
Inner City,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
John Cale,
Pagans,
Erykah Badu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
Sound Behaviour,
Ken Boothe,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fuzztones,
The Pretty Things,
Altered Images,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gastr Del Sol,
E-Dancer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Moon,
Lalann,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
a-ha,
Can,
Tom Boy,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs,
The Slackers,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.