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 Syria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Scion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Rapeman,
Nik Kershaw,
Monks,
The Pop Group,
Dark Day,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Terry,
Mr. Review,
Dead Boys,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arcadia,
The Skatalites,
Make Up,
Al Stewart,
One Last Wish,
Malaria!,
Nico,
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
The Names,
the Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
UT,
Dave Gahan,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case,
Soul II Soul,
AZ,
Eli Mardock,
Hoover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camouflage,
The Cure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.