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 Denmark and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quando Quango to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gap Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zapp,
Bobby Byrd,
Moebius,
Harry Pussy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
Heaven 17,
Jacques Brel,
Graham Central Station,
Donny Hathaway,
Porter Ricks,
FM Einheit,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nils Olav,
Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scan 7,
Man Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Minutemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alison Limerick,
Kurtis Blow,
Lakeside,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
Silicon Teens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Index,
Second Layer,
Visage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deakin,
Reagan Youth,
Schoolly D,
a-ha,
The Black Dice,
Minny Pops,
The Mojo Men,
Erykah Badu,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Offenders,
X-101,
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Josef K,
Jeff Lynne,
Gong,
Audionom,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sarah Menescal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mad Mike,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.