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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Technova 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
Barbara Tucker,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monochrome Set,
Pagans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronnie Foster,
Smog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
Oneida,
Faraquet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter & Gordon,
T. Rex,
the Sonics,
The Martian,
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
The Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
The Wake,
Eric Copeland,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television Personalities,
Essential Logic,
Toni Rubio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Crooked Eye,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
The Residents,
Ice-T,
UT,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones,
The Litter,
Susan Cadogan,
Nas,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
Black Sheep,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.