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 Kosovo and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Piero Umiliani to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marine Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Ken Boothe,
Popol Vuh,
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA,
The Cowsills,
Hashim,
Bobby Sherman,
Visage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ornette Coleman,
Agent Orange,
Skarface,
Robert Hood,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
Unwound,
Nick Fraelich,
Maurizio,
Liliput,
Bill Near,
Trumans Water,
Camouflage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby,
Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Names,
Boz Scaggs,
Swell Maps,
Blake Baxter,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.