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 Chad and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Nas to the techno 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
Todd Terry,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
Lungfish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Laurel Aitken,
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
The Associates,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
Scan 7,
Rosa Yemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Hashim,
Marvin Gaye,
Archie Shepp,
Gong,
Godley & Creme,
Siglo XX,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
X-Ray Spex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bauhaus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiohead,
Wire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart,
Don Cherry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Human League,
Q and Not U,
Derrick Morgan,
Monks,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.