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 Bahamas and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Faraquet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers,
Rekid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
Magazine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gichy Dan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
The Black Dice,
June of 44,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rites of Spring,
Buzzcocks,
The Dead C,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Bourne,
Supertramp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
The Neon Judgement,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T.S.O.L.,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young,
Brothers Johnson,
Roger Hodgson,
Bad Manners,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Bush Tetras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aaron Thompson,
Loose Ends,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.