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 Kenya and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Babytalk to the electroclash 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Second Layer,
UT,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Flag,
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blues Magoos,
Depeche Mode,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
Scion,
Sugar Minott,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
The Misunderstood,
The Slits,
Fear,
ABBA,
The Leaves,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dirtbombs,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
Althea and Donna,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
E-Dancer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantytec,
Tres Demented,
The Buckinghams,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacques Brel,
This Heat,
The Mojo Men,
Colin Newman,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Style,
Lou Christie,
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
Ituana,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.