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 Azerbaijan and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yellowson to the techno 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Remains,
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
Drexciya,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Happenings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
Subhumans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joensuu 1685,
A Certain Ratio,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
Brass Construction,
Ponytail,
DJ Style,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
The J.B.'s,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slackers,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
Joy Division,
Flash Fearless,
Isaac Hayes,
Bronski Beat,
Rufus Thomas,
Marmalade,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun City Girls,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
World's Most,
CMW,
the Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Pulsallama,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.