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 Latvia 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Blancmange to the dance 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ludus,
Bad Manners,
Minutemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Panda Bear,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Silicon Teens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ohio Players,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
Nico,
K-Klass,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Von Mondo,
Grey Daturas,
Harmonia,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
Rekid,
Hashim,
Infiniti,
Minnie Riperton,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens,
The Blues Magoos,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Mantronix,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Prince Buster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
Organ,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacob Miller,
F. McDonald,
The Buckinghams,
Chris & Cosey,
EPMD,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.