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 Madagascar and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Model 500,
Lalann,
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aloha Tigers,
Shoche,
Reagan Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
Index,
Adolescents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Evens,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Bowie,
Aaron Thompson,
Simply Red,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Grass Roots,
KRS-One,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
Flash Fearless,
Jandek,
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty,
LL Cool J,
Peter & Gordon,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott Heron,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Lynne,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dennis Brown,
Fat Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
10cc,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.