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 Netherlands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 dance 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Crash Course in Science,
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio,
Michelle Simonal,
Magma,
In Retrospect,
Amazonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
Wings,
The Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Divine Comedy,
Silicon Teens,
Howard Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Basic Channel,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Massinfluence,
Althea and Donna,
Cameo,
Unwound,
Neu!,
The Dirtbombs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker,
New York Dolls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Darondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Young Rascals,
The Happenings,
Marvin Gaye,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.