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 Thailand and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Iggy Pop to the crunk 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Inner City,
Drexciya,
Gang of Four,
The Tremeloes,
Aural Exciters,
Ludus,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nils Olav,
Warren Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minny Pops,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Easy Going,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Skatalites,
48th St. Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brick,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
The American Breed,
John Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
KRS-One,
The Red Krayola,
Harmonia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funkadelic,
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
The Velvet Underground,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Near,
Peter & Gordon,
Lower 48,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cymande,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.