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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 E-Dancer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warsaw,
Motorama,
Bluetip,
The Five Americans,
Boredoms,
Ice-T,
Lucky Dragons,
the Germs,
Prince Buster,
The Neon Judgement,
X-Ray Spex,
Tim Buckley,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
The Walker Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
L. Decosne,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pulsallama,
Shoche,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mummies,
B.T. Express,
Bill Wells,
Black Flag,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
Whodini,
Amon Düül II,
Fluxion,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Red Krayola,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
Black Bananas,
F. McDonald,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.