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 London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Heaven 17 to the grunge 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Clear Light,
Kas Product,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Scratch Acid,
June Days,
Pantytec,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Cale,
Parry Music,
Icehouse,
Television,
Girls At Our Best!,
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
Lalann,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Near,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
The Evens,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
Cheater Slicks,
John Lydon,
Ultra Naté,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Motions,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
Black Bananas,
Slick Rick,
Joyce Sims,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
Erykah Badu,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
Simply Red,
Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Babytalk,
June of 44,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grauzone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Patti Smith,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.