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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Litter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Barbara Tucker,
The Searchers,
The Human League,
Wings,
The Evens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hot Snakes,
MC5,
Deadbeat,
Rotary Connection,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
Eurythmics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
Hardrive,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
Robert Görl,
The Names,
Cybotron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Busters,
Minutemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Skarface,
Bronski Beat,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
The Grass Roots,
Index,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Tom Boy,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
8 Eyed Spy,
Judy Mowatt,
Parry Music,
Echospace,
David McCallum,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.