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 Slovakia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Qualms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
Monolake,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
Cameo,
Subhumans,
The Cramps,
Hasil Adkins,
Cluster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Darondo,
Ronan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
Pussy Galore,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
China Crisis,
Quando Quango,
Basic Channel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Ronnie Foster,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
Shoche,
Al Stewart,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum,
Spandau Ballet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crooked Eye,
Carl Craig,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
Man Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
June Days,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacques Brel,
Essential Logic,
Barrington Levy,
Juan Atkins,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.