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 India and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Motions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
John Lydon,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Porter Ricks,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Ken Boothe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harmonia,
Radiohead,
Mission of Burma,
The Fire Engines,
Mars,
Amon Düül II,
Symarip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
Stereo Dub,
the Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nik Kershaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Visage,
Charles Mingus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reagan Youth,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay,
the Fania All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Marine Girls,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.