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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Sun Ra Arkestra 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
Can,
Faust,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dave Gahan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Excepter,
Los Fastidios,
Deepchord,
the Association,
Bootsy Collins,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed,
Chrome,
Peter and Kerry,
The Star Department,
Boz Scaggs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
Dennis Brown,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skarface,
T. Rex,
Swans,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green,
U.S. Maple,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
Altered Images,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
Al Stewart,
Mandrill,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
Isaac Hayes,
Model 500,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
This Heat,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.