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 Angola and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the techno 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
Wasted Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hardrive,
Black Bananas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
Oblivians,
Roxy Music,
the Normal,
Das Ding,
The Leaves,
Trumans Water,
Liliput,
The Buckinghams,
The Fuzztones,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swans,
Brass Construction,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
Ludus,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
Zapp,
Pere Ubu,
The Real Kids,
Nas,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
The Moleskins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slick Rick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Suburban Knight,
Pole,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
Soul II Soul,
Idris Muhammad,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.