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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 The Beau Brummels to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
the Slits,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
Mandrill,
The Red Krayola,
Minny Pops,
the Bar-Kays,
Thee Headcoats,
Cymande,
The Barracudas,
MC5,
Isaac Hayes,
Little Man,
Barbara Tucker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
Junior Murvin,
Ronnie Foster,
Graham Central Station,
Oneida,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ossler,
Slave,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Iggy Pop,
Colin Newman,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed,
Sarah Menescal,
Popol Vuh,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pole,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blake Baxter,
Organ,
The Remains,
Dead Boys,
Yaz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cameo,
The Moody Blues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Last Poets,
Altered Images,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
Heaven 17,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Qualms,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.