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 Georgia and from London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the jazz 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Jeff Lynne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The United States of America,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Index,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yazoo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
Mission of Burma,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Birthday Party,
Laurel Aitken,
Ken Boothe,
The J.B.'s,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
The Searchers,
Dave Gahan,
Wings,
Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kayak,
the Germs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.