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 Iceland and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
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 synthesizer 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 Hashim to the disco 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Little Man,
Radiohead,
Sex Pistols,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rekid,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantaleimon,
Glenn Branca,
Silicon Teens,
Roger Hodgson,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Clarke,
Procol Harum,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rapeman,
Anthony Braxton,
Audionom,
the Germs,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Machine,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brand Nubian,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
Ponytail,
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The United States of America,
Eli Mardock,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker,
48th St. Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABBA,
Bobby Womack,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
The Move,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
F. McDonald,
Joey Negro,
This Heat,
Boz Scaggs,
Banda Bassotti,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.