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 Thailand and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 Average White Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Pop Group,
Scott Walker,
Pole,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
Q and Not U,
Dave Gahan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camouflage,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
Mr. Review,
Lightning Bolt,
Bluetip,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
Lou Reed,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young,
The Dead C,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Joey Negro,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
Infiniti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slick Rick,
The Gladiators,
Parry Music,
Skaos,
Monolake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Steve Hackett,
The Saints,
June of 44,
Scan 7,
Metal Thangz,
The Divine Comedy,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
The Five Americans,
X-Ray Spex,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
Crime,
Urselle,
Letta Mbulu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.