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 Latvia and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Walker Brothers to the rap 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Arcadia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donald Byrd,
JFA,
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Rundgren,
Reagan Youth,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
The Leaves,
Althea and Donna,
Tres Demented,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crooked Eye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Whodini,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül II,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
Boredoms,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
R.M.O.,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marmalade,
John Coltrane,
Wings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.