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 Korea North and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Public Enemy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
Roxette,
Bad Manners,
The Walker Brothers,
Trumans Water,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T. Rex,
Maurizio,
Khruangbin,
Whodini,
La Düsseldorf,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
Subhumans,
Joensuu 1685,
Ralphi Rosario,
Morten Harket,
JFA,
Scott Walker,
Josef K,
the Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
Bob Dylan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Görl,
Brick,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
Lakeside,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Metal Thangz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
Alison Limerick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Saints,
The Dirtbombs,
H. Thieme,
Theoretical Girls,
The Black Dice,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
Ice-T,
Zapp,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.