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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Black Pus to the rap 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Clarke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
Boredoms,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
Suicide,
The Young Rascals,
The Wake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
Lyres,
Index,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Red Krayola,
Gastr Del Sol,
Half Japanese,
F. McDonald,
Scratch Acid,
Massinfluence,
The Offenders,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
U.S. Maple,
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
Grauzone,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Starr,
Howard Jones,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warren Ellis,
The Smoke,
Derrick May,
The Moody Blues,
The Slackers,
Warsaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
Ohio Players,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.