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 Netherlands and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Angry Samoans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
Ultra Naté,
Babytalk,
the Swans,
Morten Harket,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
Nik Kershaw,
Crime,
World's Most,
Black Pus,
John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Toasters,
The Moody Blues,
Audionom,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
the Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pole,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magma,
Young Marble Giants,
Severed Heads,
The Raincoats,
Stiv Bators,
Section 25,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
OOIOO,
Black Bananas,
Gichy Dan,
Slave,
Glenn Branca,
New York Dolls,
Pantytec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Groovy Waters,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.