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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kenny Larkin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Curtis Mayfield,
Second Layer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Green,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
Pole,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dead C,
The Count Five,
June Days,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deadbeat,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
T. Rex,
Wally Richardson,
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Joey Negro,
This Heat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
The Motions,
Parry Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Tom Boy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Bar-Kays,
Nas,
Josef K,
Lucky Dragons,
The Residents,
Lyres,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
Lungfish,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.