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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Hashim to the disco 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders 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?
Surgeon,
UT,
The Slackers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Byron Stingily,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
Suicide,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drive Like Jehu,
K-Klass,
Eve St. Jones,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates,
Main Source,
Eric Dolphy,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
Archie Shepp,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Ultravox,
Unwound,
Carl Craig,
Roxy Music,
Josef K,
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
Maleditus Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
One Last Wish,
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crime,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
The Offenders,
Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
MDC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Letta Mbulu,
Ken Boothe,
Panda Bear,
The Invisible,
Fluxion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.