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 Austria and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camberwell Now,
Hoover,
Bush Tetras,
Ohio Players,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smoke,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gong,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Make Up,
Pole,
H. Thieme,
Lightning Bolt,
Japan,
AZ,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Flipper,
Grauzone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
kango's stein massive,
Bauhaus,
Ituana,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eli Mardock,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Litter,
Todd Terry,
The Smiths,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boredoms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mo-Dettes,
Chrome,
Erasure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxette,
Kayak,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.