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 Kosovo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Red Krayola to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Joy Division,
The Fall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reuben Wilson,
Aswad,
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
Sight & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
Country Teasers,
Thompson Twins,
The Birthday Party,
The Invisible,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Intrusion,
UT,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Tres Demented,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
AZ,
The Slackers,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mo-Dettes,
Skaos,
OOIOO,
The Doors,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Nils Olav,
Quando Quango,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mars,
Lungfish,
U.S. Maple,
The Offenders,
Pylon,
Harmonia,
Negative Approach,
R.M.O.,
Alphaville,
Q and Not U,
Pantytec,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna,
Icehouse,
Gang Starr,
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.