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 Brazil and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Foxx to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiohead,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Stetsasonic,
K-Klass,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fall,
Joe Finger,
The Toasters,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now,
Fluxion,
Soul Sonic Force,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
Pylon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
Deepchord,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Bourne,
Hot Snakes,
Dead Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
Grey Daturas,
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
Rapeman,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
The Five Americans,
Wire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.