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 Slovenia and from London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Letta Mbulu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Kayak,
Urselle,
The Toasters,
Wings,
Jawbox,
Derrick Morgan,
The Last Poets,
New York Dolls,
Wire,
Duran Duran,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
The Martian,
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dead C,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oneida,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scion,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott Heron,
CMW,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
Bush Tetras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Halsall,
48th St. Collective,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
Hardrive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Charles Mingus,
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
The Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Moon,
Matthew Bourne,
Anakelly,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.