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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 New Christs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Harmonia,
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
Television,
John Holt,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
Gang Starr,
Rhythm & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deakin,
Prince Buster,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
Erasure,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Green,
Arab on Radar,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hardrive,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
Bluetip,
One Last Wish,
Franke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bronski Beat,
Sex Pistols,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultra Naté,
Scion,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
Agitation Free,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Vogues,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.