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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Eric B and Rakim to the jazz 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande,
Royal Trux,
The Victims,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funkadelic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sparks,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Machine,
K-Klass,
The Divine Comedy,
Masters at Work,
Slave,
Outsiders,
Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Pere Ubu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Hill,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sällskapet,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Magazine,
The Happenings,
Talk Talk,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
Fugazi,
Altered Images,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
Neil Young,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sarah Menescal,
Max Romeo,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.