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 Malawi and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cheater Slicks to the dance 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dennis Brown,
Eve St. Jones,
Anakelly,
The Dead C,
X-102,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
Soul Sonic Force,
Surgeon,
The Walker Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Bauhaus,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
The Wake,
Cameo,
Country Teasers,
Gong,
The Sound,
Joyce Sims,
The Victims,
Pulsallama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
Joe Smooth,
The Busters,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Joensuu 1685,
Michelle Simonal,
Procol Harum,
Patti Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Style,
Throbbing Gristle,
Darondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crooked Eye,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.