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 Bahrain and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Erykah Badu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Move,
The Music Machine,
Rekid,
Ronnie Foster,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
David Axelrod,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
Toni Rubio,
Icehouse,
Suicide,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
Reuben Wilson,
Letta Mbulu,
Barry Ungar,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eli Mardock,
Zapp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson,
Mandrill,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
Babytalk,
Pylon,
Glenn Branca,
The Monochrome Set,
FM Einheit,
The Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Duran Duran,
Liliput,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unwound,
The Gladiators,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül,
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
Basic Channel,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.