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 Guinea and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Swans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Wire,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
Trumans Water,
Alton Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Ronan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gladiators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
AZ,
The Gun Club,
X-Ray Spex,
Minnie Riperton,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiohead,
Roxette,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
Japan,
Aloha Tigers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
Technova,
Todd Terry,
The Alarm Clocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Outsiders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young,
Danielle Patucci,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Excepter,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Happenings,
Smog,
Sound Behaviour,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.