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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sandy B 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Connie Case,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacques Brel,
Babytalk,
Judy Mowatt,
Television Personalities,
Laurel Aitken,
The Walker Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moebius,
Khruangbin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liliput,
Wings,
Mark Hollis,
CMW,
Grauzone,
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Charles Mingus,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Lydon,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Christie,
Minor Threat,
R.M.O.,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
The Black Dice,
Blossom Toes,
Davy DMX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Prince Buster,
Mandrill,
The Monochrome Set,
Faraquet,
Joensuu 1685,
One Last Wish,
David Bowie,
Skriet,
The Dead C,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxette,
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arab on Radar,
Gong,
Bob Dylan,
Public Enemy,
Q and Not U,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.