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 Georgia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pretty Things,
Technova,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Althea and Donna,
Neu!,
Motorama,
The Moleskins,
Aloha Tigers,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Prince Buster,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Wake,
Section 25,
Sex Pistols,
This Heat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerri Chandler,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantytec,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review,
D'Angelo,
Von Mondo,
The Leaves,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris Corsano,
Suicide,
Accadde A,
Erykah Badu,
Mandrill,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Sandy B,
Deepchord,
Alton Ellis,
Unwound,
The Gories,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.