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 Antigua and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bluetip to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
Cameo,
Yellowson,
Goldenarms,
Connie Case,
Quando Quango,
The Smoke,
Cymande,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
Liliput,
ABC,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
Alison Limerick,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yaz,
Deadbeat,
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Section 25,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar,
The Fall,
Audionom,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.