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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
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 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 Wake to the dance 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
DJ Sneak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
Amazonics,
June Days,
The Busters,
The Leaves,
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
Morten Harket,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
Sound Behaviour,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
Henry Cow,
Thompson Twins,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
Nils Olav,
Dawn Penn,
The Grass Roots,
Juan Atkins,
Metal Thangz,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Clarke,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiohead,
Aural Exciters,
Wire,
Pylon,
Subhumans,
ABBA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Urselle,
David McCallum,
Michelle Simonal,
Pole,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masters at Work,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
K-Klass,
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
Whodini,
Au Pairs,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Depeche Mode,
Kool Moe Dee,
Duran Duran,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.