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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
T. Rex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-101,
Underground Resistance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
World's Most,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kayak,
John Cale,
The Happenings,
Al Stewart,
The Birthday Party,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobbi Humphrey,
LL Cool J,
Das Ding,
The Move,
Juan Atkins,
Sam Rivers,
Zapp,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
Stereo Dub,
Don Cherry,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
Drexciya,
The Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Busters,
Fat Boys,
Panda Bear,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick Morgan,
Skriet,
Pantaleimon,
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.