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 Slovenia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 EPMD to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aural Exciters,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
Pylon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Smooth,
the Germs,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joy Division,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
Public Enemy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Pus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Severed Heads,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
Banda Bassotti,
Davy DMX,
Robert Görl,
Joyce Sims,
The Smiths,
Buzzcocks,
Television Personalities,
the Association,
Barrington Levy,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Excepter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
D'Angelo,
Marvin Gaye,
Scrapy,
Man Parrish,
Harmonia,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
Malaria!,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.