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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
Harmonia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Busters,
Unrelated Segments,
Q and Not U,
The Star Department,
Y Pants,
T. Rex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
R.M.O.,
Todd Terry,
Echospace,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minutemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skaos,
Groovy Waters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dead C,
Jacques Brel,
Aswad,
Theoretical Girls,
Newcleus,
KRS-One,
Jeff Mills,
Duran Duran,
Depeche Mode,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang On A Can,
Tres Demented,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
Accadde A,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
Donald Byrd,
Rapeman,
Lalann,
DNA,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
Idris Muhammad,
Maleditus Sound,
Camouflage,
Guru Guru,
Qualms,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shuggie Otis,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.