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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Johnny Osbourne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Niagra,
K-Klass,
Ultra Naté,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Organ,
Smog,
Unwound,
Roxy Music,
Japan,
Wasted Youth,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
These Immortal Souls,
Al Stewart,
Boz Scaggs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
CMW,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
The Searchers,
Mo-Dettes,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Womack,
Heaven 17,
The Gladiators,
Ice-T,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Adolescents,
Fela Kuti,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker,
Magma,
Black Moon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon,
The Names,
Derrick Morgan,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.