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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
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 marimba 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 Marine Girls to the rock 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Buckinghams,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
Radio Birdman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
The Zeros,
Charles Mingus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
The Wake,
Mission of Burma,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Mr. Review,
Agent Orange,
Y Pants,
Minny Pops,
DNA,
Joensuu 1685,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young,
Make Up,
Peter & Gordon,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Massinfluence,
The Techniques,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
The Beau Brummels,
Tommy Roe,
Arab on Radar,
Marmalade,
Crime,
Ronan,
Quantec,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharoah Sanders,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Style,
Arthur Verocai,
Mandrill,
Bauhaus,
The Moody Blues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.