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 Samoa and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Make Up to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sparks,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Schoolly D,
The Associates,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Ronnie Foster,
Smog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Qualms,
John Holt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Severed Heads,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
David Bowie,
The Martian,
Agitation Free,
The Birthday Party,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yaz,
The Slits,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One,
Warsaw,
Davy DMX,
Vladislav Delay,
JFA,
Make Up,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ituana,
Derrick May,
DNA,
The Techniques,
The Durutti Column,
Youth Brigade,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.