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 Palau and from New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Slick Rick to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U 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?
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Normal,
Cymande,
Unrelated Segments,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Michelle Simonal,
MC5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alison Limerick,
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantytec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
KRS-One,
Jeff Mills,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
John Lydon,
L. Decosne,
Sällskapet,
Erykah Badu,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
Davy DMX,
Buzzcocks,
Don Cherry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Warsaw,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
Deepchord,
The Zeros,
Yellowson,
Anthony Braxton,
Flash Fearless,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple,
One Last Wish,
David Axelrod,
Tim Buckley,
Radio Birdman,
Procol Harum,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.