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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the dance 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed,
Model 500,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Qualms,
Crime,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skriet,
D'Angelo,
Mr. Review,
Arcadia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
A Certain Ratio,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
Quantec,
Soul II Soul,
Grey Daturas,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pretty Things,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
Chris & Cosey,
James White and The Blacks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Buzzcocks,
a-ha,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
Scrapy,
Boredoms,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
John Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marine Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.