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 Yemen and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Real Kids,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pagans,
Cal Tjader,
Babytalk,
The Five Americans,
Stetsasonic,
Technova,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
Kaleidoscope,
Q65,
Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Modern Lovers,
The Names,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
Funkadelic,
K-Klass,
The Doors,
Aswad,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
Half Japanese,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moleskins,
The Neon Judgement,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
The Misunderstood,
Erykah Badu,
Goldenarms,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
Lucky Dragons,
New Age Steppers,
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.