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 Portugal 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Juan Atkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Enemy,
The Misunderstood,
The Busters,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Alton Ellis,
Aswad,
Cal Tjader,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Teasers,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Swell Maps,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
Los Fastidios,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
Peter & Gordon,
Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alice Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
Desert Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
Pagans,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.