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 Russia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slick Rick to the grunge 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
Scratch Acid,
The Residents,
The J.B.'s,
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Excepter,
Bronski Beat,
The Offenders,
Pantytec,
Ossler,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Henry Cow,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
Davy DMX,
Darondo,
FM Einheit,
Rapeman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Franke,
Cecil Taylor,
Skaos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stockholm Monsters,
Graham Central Station,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Delta 5,
Nick Fraelich,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Slits,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
Susan Cadogan,
The Zeros,
Carl Craig,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.