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 Pakistan and from Salvador.
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 Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Blossom Toes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Freddie Wadling,
Quantec,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deepchord,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Terry,
Kerri Chandler,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arcadia,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
Lyres,
The Red Krayola,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
Bluetip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Con Funk Shun,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
Peter and Kerry,
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun City Girls,
Anakelly,
June of 44,
Moby Grape,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
Nas,
David Bowie,
New Age Steppers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.