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 Austria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Infiniti to the rap 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Bad Manners,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
Outsiders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flash Fearless,
Cameo,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
Adolescents,
Alison Limerick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharoah Sanders,
Susan Cadogan,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Litter,
Lightning Bolt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Underground Resistance,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
Magazine,
The Divine Comedy,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Sneak,
Pussy Galore,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Severed Heads,
Lou Christie,
Anthony Braxton,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
Smog,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee,
David Bowie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roger Hodgson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
AZ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delta 5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.