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 Panama and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 H. Thieme to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Hoover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pylon,
Morten Harket,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
Accadde A,
Japan,
Brick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Smog,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
Swans,
Tom Boy,
Joe Smooth,
Scion,
Scientists,
Eurythmics,
Eric Dolphy,
The Offenders,
Marmalade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rod Modell,
Motorama,
Basic Channel,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed,
AZ,
The Leaves,
Rosa Yemen,
The Skatalites,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Technova,
Shuggie Otis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Angry Samoans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hot Snakes,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.