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 Antigua and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Bang On A Can to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
China Crisis,
The Litter,
Section 25,
The Last Poets,
Mad Mike,
Mantronix,
June of 44,
Swans,
Visage,
Goldenarms,
The Selecter,
Q65,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bad Manners,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlback,
Junior Murvin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Main Source,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warren Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Sneak,
The Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
Prince Buster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faust,
Fatback Band,
Ken Boothe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wally Richardson,
The Gories,
Parry Music,
Althea and Donna,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.