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 Algeria and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Mars to the rock 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
The Selecter,
Laurel Aitken,
JFA,
Audionom,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dark Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Massinfluence,
The Invisible,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
LL Cool J,
Robert Hood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp.,
Parry Music,
Monolake,
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
B.T. Express,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
Agent Orange,
Ice-T,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
Jacques Brel,
Ludus,
PIL,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
Deakin,
Jeff Lynne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Skatalites,
Iggy Pop,
Eve St. Jones,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
The Searchers,
Rod Modell,
The Cowsills,
Mission of Burma,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.