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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quantec to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Star Department,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ponytail,
LL Cool J,
Scientists,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rotary Connection,
The Fortunes,
John Lydon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slits,
Inner City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
Dawn Penn,
New Age Steppers,
Sixth Finger,
Hardrive,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Mr. Review,
Bang On A Can,
Cybotron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marmalade,
PIL,
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Bananas,
cv313,
Lou Christie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delon & Dalcan,
D'Angelo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Connie Case,
Gang Starr,
Section 25,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
ABBA,
Max Romeo,
Tears for Fears,
FM Einheit,
R.M.O.,
Youth Brigade,
Bush Tetras,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
Warren Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.