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 Angola and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Görl to the punk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Copeland,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell,
Monolake,
Massinfluence,
Gong,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
Peter and Kerry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Graham Central Station,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anakelly,
Visage,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
JFA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Byron Stingily,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
Black Pus,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
Flipper,
the Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Archie Shepp,
Joy Division,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
The Dead C,
Tim Buckley,
Al Stewart,
Interpol,
The Fuzztones,
Yaz,
Pierre Henry,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
The Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Parry Music,
Roxette,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.