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 Suriname and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Jeff Mills to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Saccharine Trust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Lungfish,
Audionom,
Newcleus,
David Axelrod,
Cameo,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-Ray Spex,
Suburban Knight,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
Yazoo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Main Source,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
Amazonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Skaos,
Crime,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
Pierre Henry,
The Count Five,
Ponytail,
Black Moon,
Don Cherry,
Chrome,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
48th St. Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
The United States of America,
Section 25,
Skriet,
The Names,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
Index,
Symarip,
Josef K,
Organ,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Motions,
Neu!,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronnie Foster,
June Days,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.