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 Benin and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Davy DMX to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalann,
Pere Ubu,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
Livin' Joy,
The Misunderstood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
The Gap Band,
The Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
The Associates,
Cameo,
Lyres,
Thee Headcoats,
Henry Cow,
Mantronix,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Q65,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alice Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacob Miller,
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
The Smoke,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.