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 Palau and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Cure to the disco 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
X-101,
MC5,
Sound Behaviour,
Davy DMX,
The Gories,
Charles Mingus,
Surgeon,
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
Judy Mowatt,
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Vogues,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lyres,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Index,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
DJ Style,
Kerrie Biddell,
B.T. Express,
Nik Kershaw,
China Crisis,
The Names,
Jerry's Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heaven 17,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
The Grass Roots,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The American Breed,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.