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 New Zealand and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The New Christs,
Morten Harket,
Davy DMX,
UT,
Darondo,
Maurizio,
Deakin,
Pere Ubu,
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smiths,
the Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Malaria!,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick May,
Mr. Review,
Liliput,
Stereo Dub,
Bronski Beat,
Kayak,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
Joey Negro,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
Khruangbin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lower 48,
World's Most,
Wally Richardson,
Ultra Naté,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson,
Moby Grape,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
Pierre Henry,
Fat Boys,
Half Japanese,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
John Holt,
The Move,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
Grauzone,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang of Four,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.