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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donald Byrd to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Magma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
David McCallum,
Main Source,
Zapp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter and Kerry,
Mandrill,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
E-Dancer,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Metal Thangz,
Sparks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Symarip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eurythmics,
Vainqueur,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stiv Bators,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
Carl Craig,
A Certain Ratio,
The Happenings,
Clear Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio,
The Invisible,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABBA,
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Josef K,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
Thompson Twins,
Max Romeo,
Dave Gahan,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
The Wake,
Excepter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.