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 Antigua and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pole 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Liliput,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Stooges,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
Soul Sonic Force,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect,
Soft Machine,
Agent Orange,
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barry Ungar,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Ornette Coleman,
Albert Ayler,
Slick Rick,
Magazine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chrome,
The Shadows of Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Patti Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Lyres,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson,
Simply Red,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Q65,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.