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 East Timor and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Public Enemy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Yazoo,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jawbox,
Tears for Fears,
Amazonics,
Jeff Mills,
Essential Logic,
The Slackers,
Fat Boys,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
Subhumans,
Zapp,
Suicide,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Gong,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
Kerri Chandler,
The Durutti Column,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Davy DMX,
The Fall,
E-Dancer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Section 25,
Peter & Gordon,
the Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Black Dice,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dave Gahan,
The Gories,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Procol Harum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Toni Rubio,
The Cure,
Soul II Soul,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Magazine,
World's Most,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.