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 Latvia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Section 25 to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Görl,
Joyce Sims,
The Music Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Joensuu 1685,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
The Standells,
Darondo,
Negative Approach,
Lindisfarne,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Parrish,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
Fugazi,
Wasted Youth,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Knickerbockers,
Aural Exciters,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantaleimon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
Matthew Halsall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
FM Einheit,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
La Düsseldorf,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Deepchord,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.