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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Amazonics to the grunge 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
PIL,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
The Dead C,
The Moody Blues,
Eden Ahbez,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Halsall,
Can,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mars,
Reagan Youth,
Mad Mike,
Curtis Mayfield,
Intrusion,
Soul II Soul,
Bauhaus,
Desert Stars,
ABC,
Model 500,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
Kaleidoscope,
Half Japanese,
Index,
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
Peter & Gordon,
Blake Baxter,
Eurythmics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
Flipper,
Fela Kuti,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sound,
Scratch Acid,
T. Rex,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
Outsiders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.