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 Mexico and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 The Cowsills to the rock 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Slits,
The Fall,
Niagra,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mummies,
Bad Manners,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Goldenarms,
Franke,
The New Christs,
Robert Görl,
Black Sheep,
Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
JFA,
Scientists,
Silicon Teens,
T.S.O.L.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
Crime,
Sun Ra,
Make Up,
Sparks,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chrome,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
Dual Sessions,
Quadrant,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Sneak,
Skaos,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.