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 Kyrgyzstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Alison Limerick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Excepter,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
Ituana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Adolescents,
Saccharine Trust,
Silicon Teens,
Althea and Donna,
Deepchord,
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
The Techniques,
Prince Buster,
The Walker Brothers,
Magazine,
Swell Maps,
Harmonia,
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ice-T,
the Slits,
The Mummies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacob Miller,
E-Dancer,
T. Rex,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA,
Mr. Review,
Scion,
Malaria!,
Intrusion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
Little Man,
Joensuu 1685,
Letta Mbulu,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Green,
Pharoah Sanders,
One Last Wish,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.