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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Magazine to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Drexciya,
The Trojans,
Swans,
The Evens,
Darondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Animal Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
kango's stein massive,
Tim Buckley,
Silicon Teens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
Brick,
Pole,
Byron Stingily,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joensuu 1685,
Eden Ahbez,
D'Angelo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
CMW,
Camouflage,
Radiohead,
Derrick Morgan,
Archie Shepp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Second Layer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Half Japanese,
Negative Approach,
Guru Guru,
The Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Niagra,
Charles Mingus,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.