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 Thailand and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 China Crisis 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radio Birdman,
Severed Heads,
Thompson Twins,
Mr. Review,
Kenny Larkin,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos,
Oblivians,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Michelle Simonal,
Deadbeat,
Erykah Badu,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warsaw,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
Pulsallama,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters,
Procol Harum,
AZ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monochrome Set,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slits,
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
Porter Ricks,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers,
JFA,
MDC,
the Normal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
Reuben Wilson,
Pagans,
Black Pus,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.