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 Iraq and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Agitation Free to the rock 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Last Poets,
Skriet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dead Boys,
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Babytalk,
The Sonics,
Kayak,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
48th St. Collective,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
Grey Daturas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
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N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marmalade,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dead C,
The United States of America,
Groovy Waters,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Absolute Body Control,
Minnie Riperton,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.