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 Guatemala and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Durutti Column to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cramps,
Pole,
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
The Zeros,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City,
The Real Kids,
Harmonia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
Byron Stingily,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
Crime,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
The Litter,
The Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Dennis Brown,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
Idris Muhammad,
Bauhaus,
The Offenders,
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne,
Scan 7,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work,
Nico,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Durutti Column,
Symarip,
Rapeman,
Warren Ellis,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.