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 Oman and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Trojans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
a-ha,
Monolake,
Rod Modell,
Hoover,
Mad Mike,
Eric Copeland,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultravox,
The Doors,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
Dead Boys,
Joe Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
Sun City Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Franke,
The Star Department,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
OOIOO,
Brand Nubian,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Wake,
Wasted Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Altered Images,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül II,
The J.B.'s,
Ornette Coleman,
Faraquet,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
London Community Gospel Choir,
B.T. Express,
Traffic Nightmare,
Organ,
The Black Dice,
Cybotron,
Von Mondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
Stetsasonic,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Television Personalities,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.