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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 World's Most to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dead C,
Bill Near,
Sandy B,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joy Division,
Flash Fearless,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unrelated Segments,
David McCallum,
Todd Rundgren,
Bronski Beat,
10cc,
Nico,
Scion,
Harmonia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Arcadia,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Outsiders,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers,
Funky Four + One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Martian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Banda Bassotti,
Mo-Dettes,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Rapeman,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
Bad Manners,
Minny Pops,
Aural Exciters,
Dave Gahan,
Alison Limerick,
Jandek,
Rotary Connection,
Q65,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
Can,
The Vogues,
Pylon,
The Moleskins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.