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 New Zealand and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Monks 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Copeland,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
Shoche,
the Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantytec,
ABBA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New York Dolls,
Ultra Naté,
The Zeros,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
Wings,
Dark Day,
This Heat,
John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
Rekid,
The Blues Magoos,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
Slick Rick,
A Certain Ratio,
Scrapy,
Moby Grape,
Half Japanese,
Wire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Main Source,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Wake,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siglo XX,
The Blackbyrds,
Eve St. Jones,
Little Man,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.