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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Litter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet,
Maurizio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
CMW,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers,
Aswad,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Normal,
A Certain Ratio,
Clear Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Sneak,
Royal Trux,
Franke,
Janne Schatter,
Rosa Yemen,
Outsiders,
The Sound,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
The Leaves,
Parry Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Black Dice,
Alice Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Hashim,
Sister Nancy,
Oblivians,
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented,
Black Pus,
Ronan,
Pulsallama,
K-Klass,
The Saints,
Section 25,
Sparks,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.