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 Haiti and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
Slick Rick,
Desert Stars,
UT,
Faraquet,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
a-ha,
Bronski Beat,
Heaven 17,
The Music Machine,
Ituana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
FM Einheit,
Hashim,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Marmalade,
The Move,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Associates,
Groovy Waters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
Symarip,
The Motions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lakeside,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Hill,
Patti Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ludus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barry Ungar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cecil Taylor,
The Index,
The Invisible,
Gong,
Altered Images,
the Bar-Kays,
Yaz,
Ossler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.