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 San Marino and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Davy DMX,
Nirvana,
China Crisis,
Bauhaus,
Unwound,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Trojans,
Sällskapet,
Lucky Dragons,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marvin Gaye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
E-Dancer,
Alison Limerick,
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
Accadde A,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mummies,
Quadrant,
Moebius,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.