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 Albania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Standells to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Laurel Aitken,
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter & Gordon,
Dual Sessions,
Hardrive,
Henry Cow,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warsaw,
Technova,
The Dirtbombs,
Harmonia,
Bobby Womack,
The Motions,
Mandrill,
The Gap Band,
Accadde A,
Mission of Burma,
Liliput,
Terry Callier,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs,
Marc Almond,
Q and Not U,
Thee Headcoats,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
Sparks,
Nirvana,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Music Machine,
Gang Green,
Graham Central Station,
Neu!,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
U.S. Maple,
Television,
The Saints,
The Pretty Things,
Shuggie Otis,
Ossler,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.