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 Tunisia 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Pus,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Angry Samoans,
Blancmange,
Swans,
The Gap Band,
Technova,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Schoolly D,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
The Wake,
Franke,
Harmonia,
Babytalk,
Dual Sessions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog,
Dead Boys,
Lalann,
The Litter,
MC5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Motorama,
Neu!,
Pharoah Sanders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
Negative Approach,
AZ,
Bluetip,
Bootsy Collins,
T. Rex,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
Lower 48,
Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Accadde A,
The Fuzztones,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
Nico,
June of 44,
Adolescents,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.