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 Chad 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Duran Duran to the electroclash 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Age Steppers,
The United States of America,
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gun Club,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eve St. Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
Oneida,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
Gabor Szabo,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
Graham Central Station,
Public Enemy,
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
48th St. Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
a-ha,
Black Sheep,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chrome,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Gastr Del Sol,
Connie Case,
The Dirtbombs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fugs,
Bob Dylan,
Minny Pops,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
Excepter,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.