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 United States and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Prince Buster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Lightning Bolt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Youth Brigade,
Chris Corsano,
The Blackbyrds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
These Immortal Souls,
David McCallum,
Zero Boys,
Flipper,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
Slave,
Todd Terry,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra,
Cameo,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Accadde A,
The Invisible,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Technova,
Dead Boys,
Alphaville,
Bang On A Can,
the Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
Black Flag,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MC5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Make Up,
Avey Tare,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Fluxion,
Dark Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Von Mondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultravox,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.