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 Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
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 theremin 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 PIL to the crunk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Faust,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Index,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-Ray Spex,
Rotary Connection,
Idris Muhammad,
Siglo XX,
The Happenings,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
B.T. Express,
The Buckinghams,
Ituana,
Sarah Menescal,
Marmalade,
The Trojans,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
Davy DMX,
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
The Count Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
Oneida,
K-Klass,
Dennis Brown,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kas Product,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Searchers,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Franke,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.