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 Burkina and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Davy DMX to the rock 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Howard Jones,
the Swans,
Janne Schatter,
L. Decosne,
Make Up,
Inner City,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Christie,
The Monks,
Mad Mike,
Nas,
Ten City,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Talk Talk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Little Man,
Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Byrd,
Niagra,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bad Manners,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mantronix,
The Seeds,
PIL,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
The Durutti Column,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zapp,
Television,
Throbbing Gristle,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
OOIOO,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.