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 Austria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Lou Christie to the electroclash 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Desert Stars,
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye,
Arthur Verocai,
Pet Shop Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacques Brel,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
The Angels of Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Maurizio,
Gang Starr,
Pantaleimon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skarface,
T. Rex,
Scion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
Bad Manners,
Symarip,
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
Kas Product,
Hasil Adkins,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.