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 Samoa and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
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 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 Warren Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
Howard Jones,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
The Martian,
John Holt,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
The Five Americans,
Brick,
The Red Krayola,
Stiv Bators,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
The Birthday Party,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Chrome,
Peter and Kerry,
Unwound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brothers Johnson,
Liliput,
Underground Resistance,
Au Pairs,
Mad Mike,
Joe Finger,
The Fortunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wire,
The Techniques,
UT,
Skaos,
Camouflage,
Agitation Free,
Goldenarms,
The Angels of Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yaz,
Dave Gahan,
The Moody Blues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sugar Minott,
Pussy Galore,
Ituana,
Pulsallama,
In Retrospect,
The Invisible,
Q and Not U,
The Mojo Men,
Rakim,
David McCallum,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.