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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pylon to the techno 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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Make Up,
Dennis Brown,
Michelle Simonal,
Joey Negro,
Liliput,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
The Techniques,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kayak,
Scott Walker,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angry Samoans,
China Crisis,
Ronnie Foster,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
FM Einheit,
Amazonics,
Hot Snakes,
Lyres,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Lalann,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
Royal Trux,
Ohio Players,
Camberwell Now,
Funky Four + One,
Alton Ellis,
The Offenders,
Quando Quango,
the Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Human League,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.