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 Norway and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Golliwogs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
Chris & Cosey,
Roger Hodgson,
The Knickerbockers,
Terry Callier,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
Marmalade,
Ultra Naté,
the Bar-Kays,
Ken Boothe,
R.M.O.,
Deakin,
Lalann,
The Techniques,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alphaville,
Darondo,
Gong,
Symarip,
Letta Mbulu,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
Peter and Kerry,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quadrant,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Sherman,
CMW,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
This Heat,
Alice Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Interpol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox,
Lucky Dragons,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nirvana,
B.T. Express,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Halsall,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.