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 Iran and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barbara Tucker,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kas Product,
The Blues Magoos,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül II,
The Beau Brummels,
Aural Exciters,
Q65,
Ultravox,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Country Teasers,
Pantaleimon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Barracudas,
the Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cramps,
Slick Rick,
Todd Rundgren,
Depeche Mode,
X-102,
Dennis Brown,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Isaac Hayes,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cheater Slicks,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
Tom Boy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras,
K-Klass,
Scion,
Outsiders,
The Cowsills,
Newcleus,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.