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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Technova to the crunk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana,
Darondo,
The Tremeloes,
Goldenarms,
World's Most,
Eric Copeland,
Skarface,
FM Einheit,
Godley & Creme,
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Schoolly D,
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
X-101,
Black Bananas,
The Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
Banda Bassotti,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Wells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Henry Cow,
the Human League,
Delta 5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tim Buckley,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cameo,
The Smoke,
The Kinks,
Newcleus,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
the Association,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.