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 India and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pantaleimon to the rap 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
the Slits,
Al Stewart,
the Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Mr. Review,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Mantronix,
The Golliwogs,
June Days,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donny Hathaway,
David Bowie,
T.S.O.L.,
Lightning Bolt,
David Axelrod,
Patti Smith,
Das Ding,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skaos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
Outsiders,
Jawbox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Sheep,
John Holt,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Whodini,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James White and The Blacks,
Index,
Rekid,
The Fall,
Ultra Naté,
Eurythmics,
Angry Samoans,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
Funky Four + One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Panda Bear,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.