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 Liberia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
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 theremin 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 Kevin Saunderson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
cv313,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
Essential Logic,
Franke,
The Music Machine,
The Martian,
The Grass Roots,
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Don Cherry,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
Circle Jerks,
The Evens,
Dave Gahan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Yellowson,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Sparks,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra,
Jacob Miller,
Connie Case,
Black Flag,
The Victims,
Crime,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Graham Central Station,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
Cybotron,
Ice-T,
Talk Talk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Model 500,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.