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-Bissau and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
Qualms,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Hood,
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
Minor Threat,
Procol Harum,
Maurizio,
Technova,
The American Breed,
Ten City,
PIL,
Newcleus,
Ponytail,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marine Girls,
X-102,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sparks,
Ultra Naté,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
Agitation Free,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
Symarip,
Todd Rundgren,
Pylon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dawn Penn,
the Germs,
Lou Reed,
Von Mondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
Max Romeo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.