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 Tanzania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Moody Blues to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Seeds,
Magazine,
Erasure,
Model 500,
Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hardrive,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
Skaos,
The Residents,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
Main Source,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
kango's stein massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smiths,
Marc Almond,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
Todd Rundgren,
Negative Approach,
Moebius,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade,
Ultra Naté,
The Fuzztones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti,
Kayak,
Tears for Fears,
E-Dancer,
John Foxx,
Mars,
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.