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 Iran and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rap 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Crooked Eye,
Mantronix,
Sun City Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
Mandrill,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faust,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers,
Donald Byrd,
Television,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oblivians,
Godley & Creme,
Country Teasers,
Neu!,
June Days,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unwound,
Lyres,
Eve St. Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxette,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pagans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Curtis Mayfield,
PIL,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.