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 Monaco and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Offenders to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yazoo,
Motorama,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
Main Source,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
E-Dancer,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Electric Prunes,
The Names,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
World's Most,
Gang Starr,
Excepter,
Royal Trux,
Negative Approach,
The Sound,
Fela Kuti,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül,
The Smiths,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Susan Cadogan,
Cluster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
the Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Finger,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joy Division,
Boredoms,
The Detroit Cobras,
One Last Wish,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Martian,
Roxette,
Vainqueur,
Mandrill,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dark Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
Nas,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.