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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drive Like Jehu 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Dolphy,
Josef K,
Mission of Burma,
Marvin Gaye,
Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fear,
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter and Kerry,
Joey Negro,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Altered Images,
K-Klass,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joyce Sims,
Barry Ungar,
Vladislav Delay,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fatback Band,
the Sonics,
Parry Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Motorama,
Lyres,
Sixth Finger,
Skaos,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
Sarah Menescal,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Japan,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues,
UT,
Mad Mike,
KRS-One,
John Holt,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
The Golliwogs,
Laurel Aitken,
Grauzone,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Human League,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.