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 Rwanda and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Arthur Verocai,
Grauzone,
Pere Ubu,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Prince Buster,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
Fear,
Mandrill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Ronan,
Parry Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barry Ungar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
Oneida,
The Smiths,
Nico,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Moss Icon,
Black Moon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force,
Cameo,
Brand Nubian,
Blancmange,
Amazonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scan 7,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
Ice-T,
The Skatalites,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.