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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 The Techniques to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Agitation Free,
The Dirtbombs,
The Zeros,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
the Association,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
Black Pus,
Jandek,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
The Knickerbockers,
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skaos,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gap Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deakin,
Bootsy Collins,
Ituana,
ABBA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
the Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Procol Harum,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
Reagan Youth,
The Names,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Interpol,
Bobby Womack,
Rosa Yemen,
Alison Limerick,
Byron Stingily,
Banda Bassotti,
Whodini,
The Dead C,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Almond,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brass Construction,
Symarip,
The New Christs,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.