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 Netherlands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Monks to the funk 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Velvet Underground,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
Aaron Thompson,
U.S. Maple,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
Flipper,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slackers,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
The Trojans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funkadelic,
Junior Murvin,
Kayak,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Royal Trux,
Unwound,
The Names,
Prince Buster,
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
The Wake,
Alphaville,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wolf Eyes,
The Zeros,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
Young Marble Giants,
Fluxion,
Joy Division,
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oblivians,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
Cal Tjader,
the Normal,
Depeche Mode,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.