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 Albania and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the dance 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Green,
Silicon Teens,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Starr,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
Duran Duran,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
Soft Cell,
Television,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Lower 48,
Charles Mingus,
The Knickerbockers,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
Pole,
Dave Gahan,
Delta 5,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Symarip,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Sneak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aswad,
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Intrusion,
Sexual Harrassment,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.