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 Togo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Tim Buckley to the rock 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Gories,
Roger Hodgson,
the Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Lyres,
Ludus,
T.S.O.L.,
Al Stewart,
Bush Tetras,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Wings,
48th St. Collective,
Skriet,
Minutemen,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
The Evens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
La Düsseldorf,
James White and The Blacks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moleskins,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
The Black Dice,
Depeche Mode,
Roxy Music,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
John Foxx,
John Holt,
The Saints,
The Misunderstood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
Don Cherry,
Vladislav Delay,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Normal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lakeside,
OOIOO,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.