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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sarah Menescal to the dance 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
The Star Department,
Bootsy Collins,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
X-Ray Spex,
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suburban Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
Ludus,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sound,
The Victims,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
The Zeros,
Das Ding,
Hot Snakes,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott,
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Funkadelic,
F. McDonald,
Yusef Lateef,
Technova,
The Smoke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
Pierre Henry,
Banda Bassotti,
Ice-T,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.