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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 These Immortal Souls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
U.S. Maple,
Angry Samoans,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
Blancmange,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
Altered Images,
The Pop Group,
Country Teasers,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light,
Glenn Branca,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Lou Christie,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun City Girls,
The Index,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
Iggy Pop,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
Byron Stingily,
cv313,
Cheater Slicks,
Ornette Coleman,
New York Dolls,
Technova,
the Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.