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 Uzbekistan 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Derrick May to the techno 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Radiopuhelimet,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
Danielle Patucci,
Little Man,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
Black Sheep,
the Swans,
The Slits,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Joensuu 1685,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nas,
Freddie Wadling,
Isaac Hayes,
Agitation Free,
Robert Hood,
Fugazi,
Ossler,
The Angels of Light,
Minnie Riperton,
AZ,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
Technova,
U.S. Maple,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
Visage,
Connie Case,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lyres,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.