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 Switzerland and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grunge 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
Joe Smooth,
Hardrive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Josef K,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
The Modern Lovers,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The United States of America,
The Skatalites,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eddi Front,
In Retrospect,
Curtis Mayfield,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fear,
Carl Craig,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
Alison Limerick,
The Count Five,
The Residents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ohio Players,
Smog,
Black Pus,
Joy Division,
Eric Copeland,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Clarke,
Essential Logic,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
Masters at Work,
Magazine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
T.S.O.L.,
Max Romeo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.