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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
the Bar-Kays,
Dennis Brown,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
Deepchord,
The Durutti Column,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eli Mardock,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
Drexciya,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
Half Japanese,
Japan,
The Litter,
Max Romeo,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sarah Menescal,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cramps,
Sandy B,
EPMD,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roger Hodgson,
Index,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
Sixth Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Hill,
UT,
Subhumans,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.