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 Togo and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker to the punk 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Hardrive,
Sight & Sound,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Görl,
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light,
Pagans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxette,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
Fatback Band,
June Days,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slave,
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
Suburban Knight,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
Alison Limerick,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
F. McDonald,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
Eric Copeland,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Swans,
Erykah Badu,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Massinfluence,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson,
Darondo,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
David Axelrod,
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultravox,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.