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 Ukraine and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Dave Gahan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Livin' Joy,
The Toasters,
the Germs,
Wings,
the Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Unrelated Segments,
The Five Americans,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Zapp,
Rites of Spring,
Q and Not U,
Black Bananas,
China Crisis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Janne Schatter,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slits,
X-101,
K-Klass,
Outsiders,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
Michelle Simonal,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxette,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fad Gadget,
Jawbox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
Tears for Fears,
Ultravox,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sparks,
Scion,
Marvin Gaye,
Icehouse,
Q65,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.