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 Korea North and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Smog to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zapp,
Fluxion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Green,
Piero Umiliani,
Ponytail,
Yaz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Move,
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doors,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül II,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dirtbombs,
Index,
Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Selecter,
Eric Copeland,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
The Evens,
Mark Hollis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DNA,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Toni Rubio,
Eddi Front,
DJ Sneak,
Erasure,
Wire,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
Junior Murvin,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
Eden Ahbez,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.