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 Poland and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
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 marimba 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 Ultra Naté to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Jawbox,
DJ Sneak,
Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fugazi,
Mars,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Babytalk,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Mandrill,
Black Flag,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Modern Lovers,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
The Vogues,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
X-101,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang On A Can,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
Quando Quango,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Brand Nubian,
the Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Severed Heads,
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
Pierre Henry,
Icehouse,
The American Breed,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Green,
The Monks,
Schoolly D,
The Cowsills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Junior Murvin,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.