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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Country Teasers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mantronix,
L. Decosne,
Joensuu 1685,
Depeche Mode,
Siglo XX,
Magma,
The Cure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultravox,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
The Gladiators,
Shuggie Otis,
Swans,
The Victims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Khruangbin,
The Gories,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
The Cowsills,
Lightning Bolt,
Television Personalities,
The Kinks,
Hashim,
David Bowie,
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thee Headcoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yellowson,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.