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 Sierra Leone and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Youth Brigade to the crunk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Leonard Cohen,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
Model 500,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
Arcadia,
Blancmange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Colin Newman,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
Severed Heads,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skriet,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
Trumans Water,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Style,
Excepter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bluetip,
John Holt,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythm & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Jerry's Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
U.S. Maple,
the Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scan 7,
Dawn Penn,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
The Black Dice,
Tres Demented,
Technova,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.