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 Argentina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Scan 7,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Icehouse,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moebius,
Colin Newman,
Parry Music,
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
The Music Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Brand Nubian,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dave Gahan,
Unwound,
The Toasters,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Half Japanese,
Franke,
Reagan Youth,
Eurythmics,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
Technova,
Magma,
Aswad,
Albert Ayler,
the Human League,
Au Pairs,
Monolake,
Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erykah Badu,
World's Most,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.