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 Suriname and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Nico to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlback,
Iggy Pop,
Babytalk,
Harmonia,
Joe Smooth,
The Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultravox,
Deepchord,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Victims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
Mars,
Black Moon,
Skriet,
The Names,
Depeche Mode,
Howard Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Trojans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
Yazoo,
The Fall,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
Derrick May,
Henry Cow,
Lyres,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tres Demented,
Country Teasers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul II Soul,
Shoche,
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.