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 Turkmenistan and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Davy DMX to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Motions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Smog,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
Janne Schatter,
The Slackers,
Mantronix,
The Monks,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Khruangbin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mars,
a-ha,
Sister Nancy,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Brick,
Duran Duran,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arcadia,
Soft Machine,
Brass Construction,
Moebius,
EPMD,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy Collins,
Danielle Patucci,
Crime,
Procol Harum,
MC5,
Faraquet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aural Exciters,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
John Foxx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.