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 Laos and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hardrive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül,
Saccharine Trust,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
EPMD,
Slave,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
L. Decosne,
Basic Channel,
The Fortunes,
U.S. Maple,
June of 44,
John Cale,
Lyres,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
Erasure,
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Negative Approach,
Average White Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Black Dice,
Agitation Free,
Deadbeat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blancmange,
Camouflage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronnie Foster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Sneak,
Oblivians,
The Techniques,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anakelly,
The Martian,
Audionom,
Sugar Minott,
PIL,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.