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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Seeds 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Lakeside,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
Blancmange,
the Association,
Grey Daturas,
Pulsallama,
The Litter,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
The Vogues,
Robert Wyatt,
The Wake,
Unrelated Segments,
Audionom,
Donny Hathaway,
Maurizio,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
CMW,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warsaw,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
DJ Sneak,
a-ha,
Procol Harum,
Q65,
The Mojo Men,
Josef K,
Liliput,
Franke,
Joyce Sims,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visage,
Sight & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick Morgan,
The Red Krayola,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sandy B,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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.