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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Derrick Morgan to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Von Mondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mission of Burma,
Blossom Toes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
the Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Count Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Moby Grape,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
Au Pairs,
the Slits,
The Names,
Wally Richardson,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
Schoolly D,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kas Product,
Sonic Youth,
Crime,
B.T. Express,
World's Most,
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
Archie Shepp,
The Selecter,
Clear Light,
MDC,
Albert Ayler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Machine,
Japan,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.