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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Red Krayola 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hashim,
Scrapy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Das Ding,
Absolute Body Control,
Aswad,
The Wake,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
Adolescents,
The Gories,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
Mo-Dettes,
The Toasters,
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Darondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Carl Craig,
Harmonia,
Scratch Acid,
Pylon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Kinks,
Little Man,
Roxy Music,
Black Bananas,
Au Pairs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Terry,
Yaz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Green,
The Move,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Saints,
Derrick May,
Technova,
Second Layer,
Bronski Beat,
Niagra,
Sixth Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warren Ellis,
June Days,
Kaleidoscope,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.