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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 R.M.O. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Harry Pussy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Techniques,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funkadelic,
Ronan,
Grauzone,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
Skriet,
Judy Mowatt,
Dennis Brown,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Enemy,
Siglo XX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Traffic Nightmare,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quantec,
Thompson Twins,
Moebius,
Eli Mardock,
Index,
Loose Ends,
Cheater Slicks,
Q and Not U,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
Yaz,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rotary Connection,
The Fuzztones,
The New Christs,
Jerry's Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Au Pairs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Standells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warren Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
OOIOO,
CMW,
Minnie Riperton,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.