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 Botswana and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quantec to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Letta Mbulu,
Fatback Band,
Bronski Beat,
Ken Boothe,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DNA,
Joe Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Sugar Minott,
Pagans,
Sun Ra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson,
Carl Craig,
Sandy B,
UT,
Zero Boys,
Shoche,
Quando Quango,
Maleditus Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
Negative Approach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
Agent Orange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Royal Trux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fugs,
Slave,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
The Associates,
The Slackers,
The Index,
John Cale,
Blancmange,
The Standells,
The Fall,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.