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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Soul Sonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The United States of America,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall,
Glenn Branca,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
Erasure,
the Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Half Japanese,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
The Remains,
Harmonia,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
The Invisible,
Pylon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magma,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Massinfluence,
Lou Christie,
Black Sheep,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
The Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
Monolake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.