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 Solomon Islands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Angry Samoans to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
the Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Blake Baxter,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fugazi,
Josef K,
Wasted Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
Mantronix,
The Zeros,
The Grass Roots,
Delta 5,
The Saints,
Ohio Players,
Nik Kershaw,
Maurizio,
Chris & Cosey,
Animal Collective,
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monolake,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
Arthur Verocai,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
Lower 48,
Lakeside,
The Count Five,
The Angels of Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Eden Ahbez,
JFA,
Alice Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Quando Quango,
The Move,
Basic Channel,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
Kas Product,
Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.