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 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Massinfluence to the dance 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy 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?
Faraquet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T.S.O.L.,
Fugazi,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra,
Boz Scaggs,
Donny Hathaway,
the Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
T. Rex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warsaw,
Quadrant,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultra Naté,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
Theoretical Girls,
the Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nas,
Shoche,
Hardrive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
Neu!,
FM Einheit,
Y Pants,
Aswad,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
Cymande,
Arthur Verocai,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
Barry Ungar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
Shuggie Otis,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.