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 Argentina and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kayak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Black Moon,
Lucky Dragons,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
Pierre Henry,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
Crime,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Ultravox,
Blancmange,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Section 25,
Amon Düül II,
Icehouse,
Dark Day,
Black Sheep,
Moss Icon,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Technova,
Schoolly D,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
Loose Ends,
Spandau Ballet,
Main Source,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eddi Front,
Angry Samoans,
John Holt,
The Count Five,
Matthew Halsall,
The Barracudas,
Althea and Donna,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Terry,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
Kurtis Blow,
Iggy Pop,
Girls At Our Best!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Intrusion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.