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 Chad and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Order to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Busters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monks,
AZ,
MDC,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Das Ding,
JFA,
Joe Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxette,
Radio Birdman,
Youth Brigade,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
Sandy B,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pop Group,
The Fugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Cluster,
the Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Althea and Donna,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smiths,
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
Japan,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
Inner City,
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed,
The Trojans,
Schoolly D,
Roxy Music,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
The Mummies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.