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 France and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Chrome to the rock 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Fall,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sight & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
Magma,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Flag,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
Pagans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maleditus Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Rapeman,
The Fugs,
Juan Atkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
Q65,
Harmonia,
Vainqueur,
Aural Exciters,
Talk Talk,
The J.B.'s,
Iggy Pop,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Howard Jones,
Stereo Dub,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
The Motions,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
Metal Thangz,
Roxy Music,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
Oneida,
the Swans,
Severed Heads,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sugar Minott,
Dave Gahan,
Harry Pussy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.