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 Ivory Coast and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harry Pussy to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fat Boys,
David Axelrod,
Nick Fraelich,
Boredoms,
the Human League,
Todd Terry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
New York Dolls,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect,
OOIOO,
Roxette,
Josef K,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
Ludus,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
Jerry's Kids,
Alphaville,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
Moby Grape,
The Grass Roots,
Moss Icon,
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
Little Man,
Byron Stingily,
Monolake,
Skarface,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
Minutemen,
The Leaves,
The Toasters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rapeman,
Young Marble Giants,
The Selecter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.