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 Solomon Islands and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Suburban Knight to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
Barry Ungar,
Letta Mbulu,
Mantronix,
Derrick May,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Searchers,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Black Flag,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cure,
Warsaw,
Section 25,
Kayak,
Iggy Pop,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Basic Channel,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
Sugar Minott,
Pere Ubu,
Charles Mingus,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
Zapp,
Sex Pistols,
Silicon Teens,
Warren Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
Sonic Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camouflage,
Fear,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.