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 Austria and from Madrid.
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 Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Piero Umiliani to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
Hot Snakes,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
Shuggie Otis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deakin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Standells,
Wire,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
John Foxx,
Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Juan Atkins,
Siglo XX,
The Mojo Men,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brothers Johnson,
Dark Day,
Parry Music,
Marine Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band,
The Leaves,
Hashim,
Sister Nancy,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radio Birdman,
Swell Maps,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Connie Case,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
Dual Sessions,
Magma,
Y Pants,
The Busters,
Mission of Burma,
Laurel Aitken,
JFA,
Soft Machine,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.