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 Malaysia and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kas Product to the grime 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
Barry Ungar,
Symarip,
The Modern Lovers,
AZ,
Lyres,
Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pole,
MDC,
Robert Hood,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
Negative Approach,
Lakeside,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
R.M.O.,
Rotary Connection,
DNA,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants,
Janne Schatter,
Moss Icon,
The Vogues,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
Section 25,
Radiohead,
Robert Görl,
Ten City,
Basic Channel,
Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
The Remains,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smoke,
48th St. Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris & Cosey,
June of 44,
Rosa Yemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Residents,
Chris Corsano,
Susan Cadogan,
Malaria!,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deadbeat,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.