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 Denmark and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 The Leaves to the disco 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Technova,
Derrick May,
Bobby Womack,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pierre Henry,
Donny Hathaway,
Laurel Aitken,
It's A Beautiful Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-101,
Vladislav Delay,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Excepter,
Ohio Players,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flipper,
Nils Olav,
La Düsseldorf,
World's Most,
Deakin,
Lee Hazlewood,
cv313,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oblivians,
Black Sheep,
The Red Krayola,
The Sound,
Al Stewart,
The Leaves,
The Index,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
Cameo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
Kurtis Blow,
Rotary Connection,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
Nik Kershaw,
Eli Mardock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anakelly,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.