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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Pretty Things to the punk 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deadbeat,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Sherman,
Ornette Coleman,
The Young Rascals,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter and Kerry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sugar Minott,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Index,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Terry,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates,
Can,
Blossom Toes,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.