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 Micronesia 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott Heron to the electroclash 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
Outsiders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
X-101,
The Slackers,
Moebius,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
Niagra,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
Popol Vuh,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers,
Magma,
Zero Boys,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispian St. Peters,
Patti Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Amazonics,
The Five Americans,
Henry Cow,
Magazine,
Drexciya,
Kas Product,
The Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
Delta 5,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
The Motions,
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
One Last Wish,
Buzzcocks,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Rundgren,
Metal Thangz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.