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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Lalann,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bluetip,
Black Flag,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
Althea and Donna,
Technova,
Eli Mardock,
Babytalk,
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
The Cramps,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Outsiders,
Absolute Body Control,
June of 44,
Echospace,
Whodini,
Flipper,
Rotary Connection,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Supertramp,
Derrick Morgan,
Nas,
Q65,
Ice-T,
Andrew Hill,
Niagra,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
Kayak,
Ituana,
Shuggie Otis,
Oneida,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anthony Braxton,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
Sparks,
MC5,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.