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 Yemen 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Deepchord to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arcadia,
John Holt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Idris Muhammad,
The Victims,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
Gong,
Avey Tare,
Rod Modell,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alphaville,
Althea and Donna,
The Velvet Underground,
Brand Nubian,
Adolescents,
X-102,
Malaria!,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxy Music,
The Motions,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
The Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
Sound Behaviour,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hashim,
Colin Newman,
Surgeon,
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.