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 Taiwan and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Neu! to the grunge 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Brick,
10cc,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zero Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
The Gap Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
The Saints,
Surgeon,
Pantytec,
Jandek,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
Guru Guru,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Sherman,
Icehouse,
Simply Red,
Crooked Eye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
The Index,
Rites of Spring,
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
The Cure,
Kas Product,
Fatback Band,
Carl Craig,
X-101,
Blancmange,
Hoover,
Joensuu 1685,
Unwound,
Barrington Levy,
Sound Behaviour,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.