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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Das Ding to the rock 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
Half Japanese,
Drexciya,
Magma,
The Names,
Monolake,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Aaron Thompson,
Unwound,
Jacques Brel,
Skarface,
A Certain Ratio,
Vainqueur,
Ultravox,
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
Donny Hathaway,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moebius,
Ronan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Clarke,
Bronski Beat,
Public Enemy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Supertramp,
a-ha,
Urselle,
B.T. Express,
Oblivians,
The Five Americans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
Arcadia,
D'Angelo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Make Up,
The Gories,
Chris Corsano,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
Second Layer,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
Interpol,
Yusef Lateef,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.