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 Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Slackers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Junior Murvin,
The Sonics,
Nas,
Roger Hodgson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alton Ellis,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Japan,
Moebius,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Sherman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camouflage,
Ice-T,
L. Decosne,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Clarke,
Swans,
Kayak,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tears for Fears,
The Beau Brummels,
Ten City,
Ituana,
Kenny Larkin,
Pole,
Mo-Dettes,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
Kaleidoscope,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Slave,
Urselle,
ABC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
Rites of Spring,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
Yazoo,
Unrelated Segments,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moleskins,
The Moody Blues,
The Kinks,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.