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 United States and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Foxx to the jazz 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Beau Brummels,
T. Rex,
Davy DMX,
Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Finger,
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
Drexciya,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smiths,
Inner City,
Basic Channel,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
Marvin Gaye,
Organ,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Machine,
Royal Trux,
Brick,
The Fugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio,
Harry Pussy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra,
MDC,
Cybotron,
Vainqueur,
Max Romeo,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flash Fearless,
Visage,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
Tim Buckley,
The Blues Magoos,
Alison Limerick,
The Dirtbombs,
Parry Music,
Donald Byrd,
The Standells,
Dennis Brown,
Boredoms,
Slick Rick,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.