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 Bulgaria and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Qualms to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cluster,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
Easy Going,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
Dennis Brown,
Unwound,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
Oblivians,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alphaville,
Technova,
AZ,
Q65,
Steve Hackett,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
Boredoms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Graham Central Station,
Pulsallama,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Osbourne,
Darondo,
Warren Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
Flipper,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stereo Dub,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
Intrusion,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.