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 Rwanda and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Junior Murvin 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
E-Dancer,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
The Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yaz,
Chris Corsano,
Ronan,
Fluxion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tommy Roe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Dolphy,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
DJ Sneak,
Erasure,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
Bootsy Collins,
Das Ding,
Kas Product,
Slick Rick,
Maurizio,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Los Fastidios,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.