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 Belize and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Livin' Joy,
Half Japanese,
D'Angelo,
Hot Snakes,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra,
the Association,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy Collins,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q65,
Saccharine Trust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dead C,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Prince Buster,
Pole,
Bang On A Can,
Steve Hackett,
Main Source,
Oblivians,
Parry Music,
New Order,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
The Victims,
Harmonia,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers,
The Tremeloes,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
Maleditus Sound,
Interpol,
E-Dancer,
Wire,
Grauzone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Symarip,
The American Breed,
The Searchers,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
PIL,
The Saints,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.