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 Singapore and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Erasure to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Fall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brothers Johnson,
Flash Fearless,
Connie Case,
Amazonics,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
John Lydon,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
New Order,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Mills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Halsall,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Enemy,
Hoover,
Au Pairs,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
Inner City,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Moon,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills,
The Toasters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rosa Yemen,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Trojans,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.