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 Brunei and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Intrusion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oblivians,
Marcia Griffiths,
PIL,
Black Sheep,
The Motions,
Simply Red,
Reagan Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
Sex Pistols,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
Dead Boys,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
Eddi Front,
The Associates,
Suburban Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
Blossom Toes,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
Todd Terry,
Television,
Ultra Naté,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Searchers,
Los Fastidios,
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
Lungfish,
Tears for Fears,
Patti Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control,
Little Man,
Dennis Brown,
Byron Stingily,
Gerry Rafferty,
Morten Harket,
Funky Four + One,
Dawn Penn,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sound Behaviour,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.