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 Andorra and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bauhaus to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Joensuu 1685,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Flipper,
The Cowsills,
Rotary Connection,
Dawn Penn,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas,
Eurythmics,
Alton Ellis,
The Offenders,
Fugazi,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
R.M.O.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yaz,
Deadbeat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
The Toasters,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
Tommy Roe,
The Pretty Things,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.