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 Guinea-Bissau and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Monks to the disco 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Womack,
Deakin,
Gang Green,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
Bauhaus,
This Heat,
T. Rex,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Starr,
Sam Rivers,
Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Raincoats,
Desert Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magma,
Tom Boy,
Derrick May,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doors,
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lindisfarne,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thompson Twins,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
Dawn Penn,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sight & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Cheater Slicks,
Quando Quango,
the Association,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.