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 Liberia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Pus,
JFA,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gladiators,
Scion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Womack,
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mark Hollis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
Bill Near,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantytec,
cv313,
Arcadia,
Lindisfarne,
Delta 5,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unwound,
Skaos,
Eden Ahbez,
Dave Gahan,
Graham Central Station,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
Steve Hackett,
This Heat,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moleskins,
The Young Rascals,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultravox,
Average White Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Aural Exciters,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
Au Pairs,
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.