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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Maleditus Sound to the techno 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Janne Schatter,
Lalann,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
Procol Harum,
Model 500,
Drexciya,
Simply Red,
The Dead C,
The Gladiators,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jawbox,
Bootsy Collins,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek,
Anthony Braxton,
Camouflage,
Slick Rick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erasure,
Japan,
Crash Course in Science,
Bad Manners,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
The Grass Roots,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
B.T. Express,
Aloha Tigers,
The Count Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
In Retrospect,
Aaron Thompson,
Minor Threat,
Moby Grape,
Al Stewart,
Masters at Work,
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.