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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shoche to the grime 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
Excepter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Womack,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Crime,
Mandrill,
Whodini,
T. Rex,
Agent Orange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispian St. Peters,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
L. Decosne,
Minor Threat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül II,
The Motions,
Japan,
Aural Exciters,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
Stetsasonic,
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
The Human League,
Sparks,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci,
Motorama,
Hoover,
Max Romeo,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Hill,
The Raincoats,
Q and Not U,
The Fuzztones,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
E-Dancer,
Oneida,
Magma,
Alton Ellis,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.