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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Pole to the techno 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fatback Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joey Negro,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suburban Knight,
Whodini,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faraquet,
Minutemen,
Severed Heads,
cv313,
The Selecter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Near,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
Cameo,
Moebius,
Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Clarke,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
Unwound,
Joyce Sims,
Niagra,
Rapeman,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Infiniti,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skaos,
Goldenarms,
Mandrill,
Nico,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gories,
The Cowsills,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Scientists,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
Barclay James Harvest,
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.