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 Cape Verde 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ponytail to the disco 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sonics,
Mantronix,
Mark Hollis,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
The Monochrome Set,
Howard Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
Bush Tetras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Interpol,
Franke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kevin Saunderson,
Young Marble Giants,
Negative Approach,
These Immortal Souls,
Smog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Lydon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Quadrant,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tom Boy,
Fela Kuti,
Alice Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Clarke,
Sex Pistols,
Brass Construction,
Eli Mardock,
Quando Quango,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nico,
The Buckinghams,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.