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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Lower 48 to the disco 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Alton Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
Joe Finger,
Black Pus,
Albert Ayler,
Rekid,
D'Angelo,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Leonard Cohen,
OOIOO,
Slave,
Peter and Kerry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
the Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slackers,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
Fluxion,
Andrew Hill,
The Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
Dual Sessions,
Moebius,
Sällskapet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
the Human League,
Pantytec,
Marine Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Terry Callier,
Harmonia,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.