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 Egypt and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Duran Duran,
Moby Grape,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Leaves,
Outsiders,
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fire Engines,
Pylon,
The Remains,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
The Five Americans,
Television Personalities,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
The Techniques,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
Roxette,
The Durutti Column,
The Invisible,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Rundgren,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
Echospace,
World's Most,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joyce Sims,
DNA,
The Evens,
Adolescents,
Sixth Finger,
Tommy Roe,
The Velvet Underground,
The Standells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
Suburban Knight,
Schoolly D,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
Accadde A,
The Mummies,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.