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 Malawi and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 a-ha to the rap 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Eurythmics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
Bauhaus,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantytec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hoover,
L. Decosne,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Terry,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
Organ,
Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Loose Ends,
Nas,
the Swans,
Roxette,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Susan Cadogan,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Sherman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Magma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
Nirvana,
Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barbara Tucker,
Sexual Harrassment,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fluxion,
Mr. Review,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fuzztones,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.