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 Moldova and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Suburban Knight to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bronski Beat,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Techniques,
Oblivians,
AZ,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra,
Television Personalities,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
Lou Reed,
Brick,
Idris Muhammad,
Unwound,
The Stooges,
Steve Hackett,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Janne Schatter,
Graham Central Station,
the Association,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
Pulsallama,
Stereo Dub,
Liliput,
Jandek,
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
Pussy Galore,
Eli Mardock,
Neu!,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
Juan Atkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Barry Ungar,
Letta Mbulu,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magazine,
DJ Style,
John Coltrane,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.