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 Uruguay and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Harry Pussy to the dance 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Germs,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stiv Bators,
The Tremeloes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
R.M.O.,
Goldenarms,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television Personalities,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Judy Mowatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crooked Eye,
Porter Ricks,
Pole,
Oblivians,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Walker Brothers,
Camouflage,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
Average White Band,
Scion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
JFA,
Country Teasers,
The Sound,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
The Index,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
Agitation Free,
Drexciya,
This Heat,
Warsaw,
Los Fastidios,
Rod Modell,
The Zeros,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tres Demented,
The Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.