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 Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Easy Going to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
The Grass Roots,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Saints,
Soul Sonic Force,
KRS-One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
David Axelrod,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
Roxette,
a-ha,
Aural Exciters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
Kaleidoscope,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Bourne,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Moebius,
The Techniques,
T.S.O.L.,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radio Birdman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Sheep,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q and Not U,
Gang Green,
Pantytec,
Little Man,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
Bauhaus,
Swans,
Black Pus,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quadrant,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
Audionom,
ABC,
The Standells,
Glenn Branca,
Can,
Reagan Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.