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 Burkina and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the crunk 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gregory Isaacs,
The Star Department,
John Foxx,
Thompson Twins,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flash Fearless,
Donny Hathaway,
Half Japanese,
The Offenders,
The Names,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
AZ,
The Blues Magoos,
Susan Cadogan,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
T.S.O.L.,
The Index,
Jandek,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blackbyrds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Martian,
Los Fastidios,
Sound Behaviour,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
Echospace,
Organ,
Toni Rubio,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
UT,
Black Flag,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
The Victims,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.