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 Mali and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Joy Division to the rock 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Real Kids,
The Slackers,
Sex Pistols,
Oblivians,
The Happenings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
Deadbeat,
Slick Rick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brick,
Whodini,
Joey Negro,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
JFA,
Michelle Simonal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camberwell Now,
Liliput,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
Panda Bear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Names,
DNA,
Delta 5,
Toni Rubio,
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
Aural Exciters,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Clarke,
Scan 7,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fortunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
cv313,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Toasters,
John Holt,
Siglo XX,
Pole,
New Order,
Cybotron,
Lungfish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.