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 Chile and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
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 theremin 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 Peter & Gordon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Newcleus,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Martian,
Pantaleimon,
The Five Americans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suicide,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Soul II Soul,
Fat Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma,
Audionom,
The Saints,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
Iggy Pop,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
Moebius,
Lindisfarne,
Porter Ricks,
Al Stewart,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Qualms,
Surgeon,
Pantytec,
Spoonie Gee,
Sparks,
Blossom Toes,
Drexciya,
Black Moon,
Sugar Minott,
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler,
The Red Krayola,
Motorama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tom Boy,
Public Enemy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.