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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Donald Byrd to the punk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
The American Breed,
Interpol,
The Gun Club,
Organ,
The Kinks,
The Invisible,
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Searchers,
Zapp,
Von Mondo,
Magma,
Franke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Josef K,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warren Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Evens,
Inner City,
Lungfish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alton Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Bowie,
Cameo,
Derrick May,
Laurel Aitken,
The Star Department,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
T. Rex,
Japan,
Junior Murvin,
The Gladiators,
Freddie Wadling,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül,
Jacob Miller,
Godley & Creme,
Barrington Levy,
Piero Umiliani,
Negative Approach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Unwound,
Technova,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lucky Dragons,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.