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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Drexciya to the electroclash 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
Talk Talk,
Eve St. Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donald Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Osbourne,
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
The Black Dice,
Grey Daturas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gong,
Banda Bassotti,
These Immortal Souls,
Trumans Water,
Inner City,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Sam Rivers,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Duran Duran,
Connie Case,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
Flipper,
The Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Vogues,
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
Kaleidoscope,
Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.