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 Swaziland and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mantronix to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Lungfish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang On A Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mark Hollis,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Black Sheep,
DNA,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
Gichy Dan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
Colin Newman,
Das Ding,
E-Dancer,
Q65,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
JFA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Count Five,
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers,
David McCallum,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
Rod Modell,
Lightning Bolt,
The Golliwogs,
David Bowie,
Nirvana,
Drexciya,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rufus Thomas,
China Crisis,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
The Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Au Pairs,
ABBA,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.