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 Vanuatu and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 Theoretical Girls 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
Deakin,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
Chris & Cosey,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Banda Bassotti,
the Normal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
the Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant,
Vladislav Delay,
Ken Boothe,
Davy DMX,
Crooked Eye,
Eve St. Jones,
Porter Ricks,
The J.B.'s,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
Janne Schatter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
Maurizio,
The Last Poets,
Zero Boys,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Easy Going,
Rites of Spring,
Severed Heads,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
Joe Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
The Real Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.