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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Q65,
Clear Light,
Erykah Badu,
Arthur Verocai,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maurizio,
The Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
The Star Department,
Livin' Joy,
a-ha,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
Blancmange,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dead C,
Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Pus,
X-101,
Easy Going,
Scratch Acid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke,
Monolake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
New Age Steppers,
Byron Stingily,
Warsaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
The Tremeloes,
Grey Daturas,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slackers,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.