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 Barbados and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
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 sitar 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
Dawn Penn,
CMW,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Real Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
DNA,
U.S. Maple,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television Personalities,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
K-Klass,
Desert Stars,
Panda Bear,
Crash Course in Science,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Easy Going,
Reuben Wilson,
Quadrant,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doors,
The Busters,
Sister Nancy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
Lalann,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.