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 Malta and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage,
Massinfluence,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
MDC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
Brick,
Blancmange,
Desert Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Section 25,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Parrish,
Liliput,
Television,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Residents,
the Soft Cell,
Mars,
David Bowie,
Alphaville,
Gang of Four,
Whodini,
Patti Smith,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
Moebius,
D'Angelo,
Q and Not U,
KRS-One,
Scrapy,
FM Einheit,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Leonard Cohen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dirtbombs,
X-101,
Flipper,
Wally Richardson,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Techniques,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cure,
The Music Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.