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 Ghana and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stereo Dub to the rap 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
Mars,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army,
the Fania All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon,
The Busters,
New Order,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
Sister Nancy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ituana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erykah Badu,
Blancmange,
8 Eyed Spy,
kango's stein massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
Leonard Cohen,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Black Dice,
Ohio Players,
The Dead C,
Theoretical Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Knickerbockers,
Eli Mardock,
Glenn Branca,
Lakeside,
FM Einheit,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fortunes,
Henry Cow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Buzzcocks,
This Heat,
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
Lungfish,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
The Slits,
Pole,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.