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 Uganda and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 the Soft Cell to the electroclash 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Womack,
June Days,
PIL,
Aloha Tigers,
Alison Limerick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
Ponytail,
Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Fluxion,
Byron Stingily,
Lungfish,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nas,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
Black Moon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
Moby Grape,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Gang Dance,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
Josef K,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Green,
John Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
Erasure,
Tres Demented,
F. McDonald,
Curtis Mayfield,
The United States of America,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
Alice Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
The Searchers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glenn Branca,
Yazoo,
Thee Headcoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Pus,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
Easy Going,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.