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 Senegal and from London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Suicide to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gories,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Bananas,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
Bob Dylan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Babytalk,
Man Parrish,
Nico,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
Barrington Levy,
The Gun Club,
Lyres,
The Names,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
The Star Department,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Bourne,
Ice-T,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Lynne,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
Ludus,
Excepter,
the Germs,
Graham Central Station,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Stooges,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
Iggy Pop,
The Offenders,
Skarface,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.