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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ultravox to the punk 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Crime,
The Blues Magoos,
Eden Ahbez,
Marmalade,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Sneak,
Sällskapet,
The Toasters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Supertramp,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Heaven 17,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fat Boys,
JFA,
Rotary Connection,
Kaleidoscope,
Interpol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
Pole,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moby Grape,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Copeland,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Skatalites,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Adolescents,
Gang Starr,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
Alton Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Malaria!,
Carl Craig,
Masters at Work,
The Techniques,
the Association,
Brick,
Donald Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
E-Dancer,
Quantec,
Magma,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.