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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Mars to the grime 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick May,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moody Blues,
The Red Krayola,
Niagra,
Grauzone,
Agitation Free,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed,
Eurythmics,
Porter Ricks,
Procol Harum,
The Sound,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
James White and The Blacks,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arcadia,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
The Happenings,
Blossom Toes,
Parry Music,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
Lucky Dragons,
Monolake,
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxette,
Avey Tare,
Essential Logic,
John Holt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tommy Roe,
The Cramps,
KRS-One,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.