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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 X-102 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cramps,
Ohio Players,
Scientists,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vladislav Delay,
DNA,
Avey Tare,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
the Germs,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shoche,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül,
Rufus Thomas,
the Normal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
cv313,
Idris Muhammad,
Spoonie Gee,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
The Names,
In Retrospect,
Max Romeo,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Raincoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warren Ellis,
Jawbox,
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler,
The Move,
Massinfluence,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.