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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
Dawn Penn,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
Zero Boys,
KRS-One,
Q65,
Blossom Toes,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
Audionom,
Tubeway Army,
Groovy Waters,
Scan 7,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
The Move,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young,
The Residents,
Wings,
La Düsseldorf,
The Skatalites,
Technova,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Machine,
Supertramp,
Dave Gahan,
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
Blancmange,
the Human League,
The Fugs,
Second Layer,
Todd Rundgren,
Freddie Wadling,
FM Einheit,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Axelrod,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick May,
Amazonics,
Q and Not U,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.