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 Haiti and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bad Manners to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Monolake,
The Saints,
Joe Finger,
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Banda Bassotti,
Mad Mike,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
Qualms,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
Neu!,
Thompson Twins,
Lyres,
MC5,
Juan Atkins,
Iggy Pop,
China Crisis,
KRS-One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ohio Players,
Cameo,
Radiohead,
Marc Almond,
Dennis Brown,
MDC,
Gabor Szabo,
the Germs,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
Archie Shepp,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
Chrome,
Japan,
Accadde A,
One Last Wish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dark Day,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.