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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Au Pairs,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Altered Images,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
Quadrant,
Sonic Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Parry Music,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mandrill,
Laurel Aitken,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
Shuggie Otis,
K-Klass,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
David McCallum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultra Naté,
The Sonics,
Gong,
Franke,
The Dead C,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
Graham Central Station,
the Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
Icehouse,
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues,
Ossler,
Neil Young,
Unwound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.