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 Antigua and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lightning Bolt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Organ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
Prince Buster,
Kaleidoscope,
Slave,
The Slackers,
The Gun Club,
The Residents,
Ronan,
The Invisible,
Delta 5,
Suicide,
Maleditus Sound,
Lungfish,
Soul II Soul,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Black Pus,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
June Days,
Erasure,
Quantec,
The Move,
Jacques Brel,
Sarah Menescal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
D'Angelo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
Heaven 17,
Porter Ricks,
Minnie Riperton,
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson,
Sparks,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quadrant,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.