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 India and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Big Daddy Kane to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
The Five Americans,
Deakin,
The Zeros,
Thompson Twins,
The Dave Clark Five,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young,
Crime,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
The Saints,
DNA,
DJ Sneak,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Knickerbockers,
Spandau Ballet,
Alphaville,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brick,
Cecil Taylor,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ice-T,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
Tomorrow,
The Cure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
Pet Shop Boys,
Surgeon,
Flash Fearless,
Fad Gadget,
Rekid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
World's Most,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.