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 Colombia and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Joy Division to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pere Ubu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monks,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
Magma,
Malaria!,
Ossler,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
Gichy Dan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dead C,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
Sugar Minott,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Sneak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brand Nubian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scratch Acid,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Associates,
Harry Pussy,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
F. McDonald,
Slick Rick,
Warren Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Babytalk,
Fela Kuti,
Cybotron,
Qualms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Age Steppers,
Cymande,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.