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 Madagascar and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Mary Jane Girls 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 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?
Brick,
Bootsy Collins,
Dead Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
Ultravox,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
The Birthday Party,
Negative Approach,
The Names,
Traffic Nightmare,
Guru Guru,
The Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harmonia,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
Magma,
June of 44,
Sex Pistols,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Almond,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monochrome Set,
Whodini,
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hoover,
The Stooges,
The Blackbyrds,
Tomorrow,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
Althea and Donna,
Nik Kershaw,
Stereo Dub,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
The Velvet Underground,
Desert Stars,
MDC,
Metal Thangz,
The Pop Group,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.