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 Marshall Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Black Flag to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
JFA,
B.T. Express,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
Terry Callier,
Massinfluence,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
The Cure,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
Magma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brand Nubian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
The Associates,
Traffic Nightmare,
Symarip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
Arcadia,
Neil Young,
Dual Sessions,
Intrusion,
Ronan,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fear,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
Smog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q and Not U,
Y Pants,
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya,
Zapp,
The Gun Club,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gabor Szabo,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
The Blues Magoos,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.