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 Niger and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 T. Rex to the funk 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Count Five,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Wake,
Second Layer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
The Trojans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bronski Beat,
Organ,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantytec,
The Searchers,
Man Parrish,
The Move,
Television,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
E-Dancer,
Crime,
Procol Harum,
Fatback Band,
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens,
Peter and Kerry,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deadbeat,
Von Mondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
Erasure,
Erykah Badu,
Little Man,
Livin' Joy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fat Boys,
Technova,
Sight & Sound,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.