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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Christie to the crunk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
Traffic Nightmare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Move,
Niagra,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
Tommy Roe,
Rod Modell,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mission of Burma,
Essential Logic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slackers,
Fear,
Gang Starr,
The New Christs,
The Flesh Eaters,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
Bluetip,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tom Boy,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
James White and The Blacks,
Malaria!,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
The Toasters,
Angry Samoans,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.