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 Germany and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeff Mills to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nirvana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker,
Aural Exciters,
U.S. Maple,
T.S.O.L.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cramps,
a-ha,
Skaos,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
Echospace,
June Days,
Au Pairs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delta 5,
Robert Hood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
Flash Fearless,
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
The Names,
Mantronix,
The Star Department,
Minor Threat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
The New Christs,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
Crime,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
L. Decosne,
Sparks,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.