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 Nepal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Eden Ahbez to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
Ronan,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
The Buckinghams,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Agitation Free,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Icehouse,
New Age Steppers,
Minnie Riperton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maleditus Sound,
the Normal,
Gong,
Fatback Band,
Carl Craig,
Gabor Szabo,
Infiniti,
MDC,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
Can,
Albert Ayler,
L. Decosne,
Au Pairs,
Joy Division,
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nirvana,
Quando Quango,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Rod Modell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crash Course in Science,
Blancmange,
Negative Approach,
Eli Mardock,
Lungfish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
The Skatalites,
Yusef Lateef,
Sam Rivers,
The Monks,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.