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 South and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Trumans Water to the jazz 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Robert Hood,
Max Romeo,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak,
Erasure,
Spandau Ballet,
Eden Ahbez,
Janne Schatter,
The Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
Hasil Adkins,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Deepchord,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
The Slits,
Dawn Penn,
The Barracudas,
Gong,
The Kinks,
Ossler,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalann,
Ronnie Foster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
The Saints,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Ohio Players,
Cameo,
The Doors,
Hoover,
Sun City Girls,
The Names,
Sugar Minott,
Dave Gahan,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.