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 Grenada 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Ultravox to the electroclash 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slick Rick,
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deepchord,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
It's A Beautiful Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America,
Harmonia,
Infiniti,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed,
Don Cherry,
Outsiders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lakeside,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
EPMD,
Joe Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flipper,
Supertramp,
The Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Certain Ratio,
Rotary Connection,
Ken Boothe,
Albert Ayler,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
The Last Poets,
Simply Red,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
Accadde A,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
Barrington Levy,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The J.B.'s,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.