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 Guatemala and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Count Five to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
The Grass Roots,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
the Human League,
Suicide,
The Walker Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris & Cosey,
Monolake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
Accadde A,
The Move,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oneida,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
Anakelly,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cramps,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish,
Depeche Mode,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terrestrial Tones,
PIL,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul II Soul,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quadrant,
DJ Style,
Ponytail,
Rufus Thomas,
Buzzcocks,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.