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 Yemen and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Iggy Pop to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 mellotron and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Scratch Acid,
The Residents,
Excepter,
The Cowsills,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tommy Roe,
Steve Hackett,
The Dead C,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
Subhumans,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
Hasil Adkins,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
The Martian,
Deakin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Juan Atkins,
Dark Day,
Essential Logic,
Godley & Creme,
Kas Product,
MC5,
L. Decosne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Y Pants,
the Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smiths,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The American Breed,
LL Cool J,
Khruangbin,
Nico,
Basic Channel,
E-Dancer,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.