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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cybotron to the rock 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Blackbyrds,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Byron Stingily,
Joyce Sims,
The Tremeloes,
Chris Corsano,
Warren Ellis,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
Rakim,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Technova,
Hardrive,
Monolake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Residents,
Subhumans,
Yaz,
Neu!,
Groovy Waters,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
Animal Collective,
Nas,
Severed Heads,
Faraquet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bronski Beat,
Au Pairs,
Chrome,
Organ,
Quantec,
Popol Vuh,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Juan Atkins,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Smooth,
cv313,
The Wake,
Alphaville,
Aloha Tigers,
Erasure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
Kerri Chandler,
Josef K,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
Soft Machine,
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.