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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dennis Brown to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
Talk Talk,
The Techniques,
Harpers Bizarre,
The American Breed,
Gang Starr,
Massinfluence,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
The Selecter,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sam Rivers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
B.T. Express,
Brass Construction,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
the Sonics,
Pole,
Josef K,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Underground Resistance,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
Hardrive,
Aural Exciters,
Hasil Adkins,
Erasure,
Amon Düül II,
The Mummies,
Au Pairs,
James White and The Blacks,
Zero Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Slits,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.