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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the disco 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
Soul II Soul,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Leonard Cohen,
Mr. Review,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
Panda Bear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Fania All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
a-ha,
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
The Red Krayola,
Marvin Gaye,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed,
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk,
Darondo,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
Bush Tetras,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive,
Flash Fearless,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Byron Stingily,
Ronnie Foster,
Pole,
Dark Day,
The Last Poets,
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fear,
The Martian,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.