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 Moldova and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Schoolly D to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Das Ding,
Radio Birdman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacques Brel,
Easy Going,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
Anthony Braxton,
The Five Americans,
JFA,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Ronnie Foster,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
The Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
The Dead C,
K-Klass,
Parry Music,
In Retrospect,
The Remains,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Los Fastidios,
The Birthday Party,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang On A Can,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül,
Tim Buckley,
Arcadia,
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pole,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
Sandy B,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Lynne,
Barbara Tucker,
Fluxion,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.