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 Senegal and from New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Cheater Slicks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Thee Headcoats,
Hashim,
Massinfluence,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Wells,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
This Heat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
Ten City,
Wally Richardson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Letta Mbulu,
ABC,
The Evens,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yazoo,
The Invisible,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
Q65,
Eric Copeland,
The Busters,
Freddie Wadling,
Supertramp,
The Trojans,
Neil Young,
Y Pants,
Terrestrial Tones,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
Lower 48,
The Smoke,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia,
The Names,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Bourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Barracudas,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
Dave Gahan,
Newcleus,
The Golliwogs,
OOIOO,
Bang On A Can,
H. Thieme,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.