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 Belgium and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 AZ to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zero Boys,
ABC,
Ronan,
DJ Style,
In Retrospect,
Sixth Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Los Fastidios,
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
Arcadia,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Black Flag,
Parry Music,
Quando Quango,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ituana,
The Victims,
Con Funk Shun,
Blancmange,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
PIL,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
Technova,
New Order,
The Martian,
Alison Limerick,
The Raincoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
John Foxx,
Stetsasonic,
Rekid,
The Smiths,
Make Up,
Drexciya,
Todd Terry,
Bill Near,
Inner City,
Derrick Morgan,
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
Kool Moe Dee,
Silicon Teens,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.