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 Korea North and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Carl Craig to the crunk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell 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?
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
The Vogues,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
T.S.O.L.,
A Certain Ratio,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker,
Yazoo,
Moby Grape,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dual Sessions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Teasers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
The Divine Comedy,
Joey Negro,
The Names,
The New Christs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Five Americans,
Nico,
The Associates,
Japan,
Joe Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flash Fearless,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
Brass Construction,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chrome,
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eve St. Jones,
PIL,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
Marmalade,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.