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 Pakistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skarface to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Sound,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Urselle,
Harmonia,
Ken Boothe,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reagan Youth,
the Normal,
JFA,
Magma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel,
The Offenders,
Boz Scaggs,
Liliput,
Heaven 17,
Model 500,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Josef K,
Blancmange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
Gang Green,
The Victims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Pylon,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.