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 San Marino and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Little Man to the techno 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
Make Up,
The Fugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Parrish,
a-ha,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fuzztones,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-Ray Spex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Circle Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Nico,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
Hashim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
Rotary Connection,
Colin Newman,
Magazine,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roger Hodgson,
Alphaville,
Organ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Carl Craig,
The Evens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals,
Cabaret Voltaire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reuben Wilson,
Surgeon,
Thompson Twins,
John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ornette Coleman,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.