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 Mongolia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fela Kuti to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
Reuben Wilson,
John Lydon,
Barrington Levy,
Second Layer,
Gabor Szabo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fear,
Oblivians,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
Joyce Sims,
X-102,
Tears for Fears,
The Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deepchord,
Bill Near,
Funkadelic,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tubeway Army,
Black Moon,
Mantronix,
Sex Pistols,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Golliwogs,
Groovy Waters,
Prince Buster,
Surgeon,
Susan Cadogan,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.