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 Papua New Guinea and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
Wings,
Piero Umiliani,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
The Leaves,
Maurizio,
EPMD,
Dave Gahan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Niagra,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cluster,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Real Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Fugazi,
Slave,
Whodini,
Bush Tetras,
Sarah Menescal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Certain Ratio,
The Seeds,
cv313,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
Public Enemy,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
Monks,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.