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 Jordan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
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 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 K-Klass to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echospace,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
Angry Samoans,
the Swans,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Subhumans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Golliwogs,
Henry Cow,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Newcleus,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker,
The Misunderstood,
Parry Music,
Average White Band,
Hardrive,
The Remains,
Dorothy Ashby,
Easy Going,
The Flesh Eaters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drexciya,
Tres Demented,
Cybotron,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Flag,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick May,
Stereo Dub,
Ohio Players,
Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms,
Minor Threat,
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp.,
DNA,
The Last Poets,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alison Limerick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.