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 United Kingdom and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Erykah Badu to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Finger,
The Pop Group,
DJ Style,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick May,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magazine,
Fatback Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
K-Klass,
Iggy Pop,
Eve St. Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Ronan,
Barry Ungar,
Panda Bear,
Mandrill,
Mad Mike,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
The Barracudas,
Hashim,
Motorama,
Wings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
Don Cherry,
Youth Brigade,
Joensuu 1685,
Visage,
Eddi Front,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
Inner City,
Joyce Sims,
Swell Maps,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bronski Beat,
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.