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 Guyana and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Suburban Knight to the dance 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ken Boothe,
Public Enemy,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
Das Ding,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Adolescents,
Whodini,
Ten City,
Technova,
Alice Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delta 5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
Dual Sessions,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantaleimon,
The Sound,
The Gladiators,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
the Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slackers,
The Pop Group,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
Los Fastidios,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlback,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick May,
Chrome,
Henry Cow,
Toni Rubio,
Godley & Creme,
Grey Daturas,
John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.