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 Georgia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Leonard Cohen to the electroclash 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Harry Pussy,
The Raincoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cecil Taylor,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy Collins,
The Young Rascals,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
The Real Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Grauzone,
The Wake,
Andrew Hill,
Mandrill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chrome,
R.M.O.,
Man Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
Simply Red,
Juan Atkins,
Grey Daturas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
Circle Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Searchers,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
Funkadelic,
Black Sheep,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalann,
The Techniques,
Technova,
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.