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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sällskapet to the rap 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Wasted Youth,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Iggy Pop,
R.M.O.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Style,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hoover,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going,
Eric Dolphy,
Infiniti,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Green,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cameo,
Mandrill,
Duran Duran,
The Music Machine,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
The Motions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moody Blues,
Sam Rivers,
Main Source,
John Holt,
Slick Rick,
Sonic Youth,
Audionom,
Peter and Kerry,
Rotary Connection,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mummies,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Television,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
Niagra,
The Remains,
Ice-T,
H. Thieme,
Pierre Henry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.