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 China and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Tommy Roe,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
The Raincoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
Tom Boy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scion,
Spoonie Gee,
Buzzcocks,
Schoolly D,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Style,
The Moleskins,
Swans,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Young Rascals,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
Shuggie Otis,
Adolescents,
The Tremeloes,
Lyres,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantytec,
EPMD,
The Pop Group,
Alphaville,
The Divine Comedy,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
Minor Threat,
June of 44,
The Fuzztones,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.