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 Lesotho and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Velvet Underground to the rap 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
Fela Kuti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fuzztones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lyres,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Selecter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
The Invisible,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
Aural Exciters,
Schoolly D,
Adolescents,
Drexciya,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slackers,
The Saints,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
the Association,
Alton Ellis,
The Zeros,
Subhumans,
Bobby Womack,
The Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tubeway Army,
the Bar-Kays,
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Theoretical Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Grauzone,
Anakelly,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
Roger Hodgson,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.