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 Kazakhstan and from New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Crime to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
H. Thieme,
the Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Arab on Radar,
Massinfluence,
The Young Rascals,
Donny Hathaway,
Supertramp,
Terry Callier,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
Brick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boredoms,
Prince Buster,
a-ha,
Matthew Bourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
The Birthday Party,
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
Funky Four + One,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Camouflage,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
Reuben Wilson,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD,
Warren Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moleskins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stetsasonic,
Public Enemy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Cymande,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.