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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Victims 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maurizio,
Grauzone,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy Collins,
Al Stewart,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
The Busters,
Scan 7,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
Negative Approach,
Lungfish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
The J.B.'s,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Excepter,
Rosa Yemen,
Sällskapet,
Subhumans,
Talk Talk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
X-101,
Alphaville,
MDC,
Swans,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Joey Negro,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mandrill,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
Das Ding,
Warsaw,
The Moody Blues,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.