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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Age Steppers,
Lightning Bolt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Velvet Underground,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Urselle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Invisible,
Darondo,
Franke,
Davy DMX,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minnie Riperton,
Ohio Players,
John Holt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pagans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lakeside,
Television,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiohead,
Thee Headcoats,
Nirvana,
Sixth Finger,
Brick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monochrome Set,
the Normal,
Soulsonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
DJ Sneak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Y Pants,
The Knickerbockers,
Boogie Down Productions,
OOIOO,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Parrish,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.