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 Somalia and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kaleidoscope to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Reagan Youth,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection,
Stereo Dub,
Ludus,
Andrew Hill,
Grey Daturas,
48th St. Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
Aaron Thompson,
Lindisfarne,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dead C,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
Wasted Youth,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott Heron,
Depeche Mode,
the Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement,
EPMD,
the Normal,
Howard Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yazoo,
Young Marble Giants,
the Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Altered Images,
Interpol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Steve Hackett,
Jawbox,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
U.S. Maple,
Amazonics,
Symarip,
Ultra Naté,
Sparks,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.