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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monks,
Ossler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magazine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dual Sessions,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Hood,
Yaz,
Pole,
The Happenings,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Flag,
Quadrant,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moss Icon,
Pagans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DNA,
David Axelrod,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
The American Breed,
Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
X-102,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Franke,
Grauzone,
H. Thieme,
The Durutti Column,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Urselle,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Royal Trux,
John Foxx,
Infiniti,
Excepter,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Machine,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.