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 Brazil and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Martian to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Echospace,
Drexciya,
Charles Mingus,
Judy Mowatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
The Blackbyrds,
The Happenings,
Yaz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Germs,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Rundgren,
Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
John Foxx,
Boredoms,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
Idris Muhammad,
Iggy Pop,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barry Ungar,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Popol Vuh,
Letta Mbulu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
Pussy Galore,
Rotary Connection,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
Sound Behaviour,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.