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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mars to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Pole,
Slave,
Siglo XX,
Sonny Sharrock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arthur Verocai,
Sixth Finger,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Newcleus,
Crooked Eye,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
Blancmange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
Johnny Clarke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Inner City,
T. Rex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tubeway Army,
Icehouse,
Moby Grape,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ossler,
Tres Demented,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Mantronix,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
Tears for Fears,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wally Richardson,
the Bar-Kays,
Livin' Joy,
Agent Orange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Tremeloes,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.