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 Vietnam and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Zapp to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Cecil Taylor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grauzone,
Donny Hathaway,
U.S. Maple,
PIL,
JFA,
The Fall,
Pole,
Marcia Griffiths,
Duran Duran,
Oneida,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
Eden Ahbez,
Pierre Henry,
Pylon,
The Fuzztones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mandrill,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light,
Basic Channel,
The Saints,
Black Flag,
Slave,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spandau Ballet,
Minor Threat,
Rakim,
Franke,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
Alphaville,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kaleidoscope,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Smog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
Fugazi,
Bauhaus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aaron Thompson,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.