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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the crunk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Alison Limerick,
Metal Thangz,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonic Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
These Immortal Souls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Searchers,
Yaz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Frankie Knuckles,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
Brick,
Jeff Mills,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Y Pants,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Clarke,
Susan Cadogan,
Outsiders,
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
Pulsallama,
Hot Snakes,
H. Thieme,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barbara Tucker,
Magma,
The Fugs,
World's Most,
Darondo,
Grauzone,
Bush Tetras,
Interpol,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.