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 Saudi Arabia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Rufus Thomas to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Crooked Eye,
Suburban Knight,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
London Community Gospel Choir,
World's Most,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick Morgan,
Moebius,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wasted Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
Ultravox,
Eric Dolphy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Selecter,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
UT,
Michelle Simonal,
Reagan Youth,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox,
The Remains,
Mark Hollis,
Idris Muhammad,
Jandek,
Nick Fraelich,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pulsallama,
Jacques Brel,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fall,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxette,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aaron Thompson,
Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Marshall Jefferson,
R.M.O.,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.