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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 In Retrospect to the punk 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Howard Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
The Doors,
AZ,
Shuggie Otis,
Shoche,
Glenn Branca,
the Normal,
Excepter,
Scientists,
Grey Daturas,
Rotary Connection,
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mad Mike,
The Angels of Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
Steve Hackett,
Camouflage,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
Ornette Coleman,
Icehouse,
Skaos,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
LL Cool J,
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
Darondo,
the Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
Scrapy,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
Supertramp,
Bush Tetras,
Rekid,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
a-ha,
Arcadia,
Sparks,
Television Personalities,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.