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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 The Angels of Light 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television Personalities,
Yellowson,
Davy DMX,
Marmalade,
The Gladiators,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slackers,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
The Blackbyrds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
Scan 7,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
Infiniti,
Peter & Gordon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blues Magoos,
L. Decosne,
The Star Department,
Bobby Sherman,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
David Axelrod,
Niagra,
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
The Cure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pop Group,
Television,
Cymande,
Man Eating Sloth,
Toni Rubio,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oneida,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.