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 Israel and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Lightning Bolt to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Davy DMX,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Young Marble Giants,
Boredoms,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
ABBA,
Morten Harket,
Colin Newman,
The Skatalites,
Chrome,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
Godley & Creme,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
Jeru the Damaja,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra,
David Bowie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Stooges,
Niagra,
Kayak,
Fad Gadget,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
the Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Whodini,
Grey Daturas,
Livin' Joy,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Carl Craig,
Kool Moe Dee,
Juan Atkins,
The Toasters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Normal,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.