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 Yemen and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Howard Jones to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Mills,
Marine Girls,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
The Gories,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
Chrome,
KRS-One,
Soulsonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
Mandrill,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boredoms,
Johnny Clarke,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
Ossler,
Wings,
Sandy B,
The Neon Judgement,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Enemy,
The Busters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pole,
Peter & Gordon,
Can,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.