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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terry Callier to the jazz 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
Erykah Badu,
the Association,
John Lydon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ten City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Popol Vuh,
Scratch Acid,
Lyres,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hardrive,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marmalade,
KRS-One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
F. McDonald,
Hot Snakes,
Section 25,
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
The Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick Morgan,
The Durutti Column,
Heaven 17,
Magma,
Symarip,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
Hashim,
The Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
Tomorrow,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.