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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Patti Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Jawbox,
Hardrive,
Little Man,
Matthew Bourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
Hashim,
Unwound,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül II,
Joey Negro,
Reuben Wilson,
Television,
Guru Guru,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
Derrick May,
Main Source,
Livin' Joy,
The Raincoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Anthony Braxton,
Slave,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
Procol Harum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
Television Personalities,
The Searchers,
Los Fastidios,
Stiv Bators,
The Gladiators,
One Last Wish,
Kurtis Blow,
Icehouse,
The Walker Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.