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 Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bill Wells to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kenny Larkin,
Shuggie Otis,
Harmonia,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Janne Schatter,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur,
Barbara Tucker,
Motorama,
Erykah Badu,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skaos,
Eddi Front,
Gang Starr,
Hardrive,
The Blues Magoos,
KRS-One,
Soft Cell,
Niagra,
The Move,
Altered Images,
Davy DMX,
Soulsonic Force,
Jandek,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pop Group,
Absolute Body Control,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Massinfluence,
Neu!,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joy Division,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warsaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joyce Sims,
Juan Atkins,
K-Klass,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
Nirvana,
Goldenarms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Subhumans,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.