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 Bangladesh and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moss Icon,
The Kinks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kas Product,
The Raincoats,
The Last Poets,
Dawn Penn,
Lower 48,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
Schoolly D,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Symarip,
T. Rex,
Depeche Mode,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Almond,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
UT,
The Knickerbockers,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Essential Logic,
The Barracudas,
Icehouse,
Piero Umiliani,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
The Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ten City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultravox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.