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 Micronesia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 China Crisis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Royal Trux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
Aloha Tigers,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
Susan Cadogan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rekid,
Ice-T,
Roger Hodgson,
David McCallum,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delta 5,
New Age Steppers,
Archie Shepp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aswad,
Japan,
The Busters,
June of 44,
The Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
Siglo XX,
The Gap Band,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
Robert Wyatt,
Panda Bear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.