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 San Marino and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Morten Harket to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Basic Channel,
E-Dancer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cure,
Jacob Miller,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
Joyce Sims,
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
Roxy Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Circle Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pulsallama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Green,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ituana,
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
Theoretical Girls,
the Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
B.T. Express,
Fat Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dennis Brown,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zapp,
Laurel Aitken,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantaleimon,
Livin' Joy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
Fatback Band,
Maurizio,
John Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Subhumans,
The Human League,
DJ Sneak,
CMW,
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
Desert Stars,
China Crisis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.