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 Qatar and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rapeman 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
The Cowsills,
Hot Snakes,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smoke,
Main Source,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
Animal Collective,
Goldenarms,
Scrapy,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
The New Christs,
LL Cool J,
Gong,
U.S. Maple,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Techniques,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Brand Nubian,
Duran Duran,
The Stooges,
Hoover,
Moebius,
Unwound,
Wally Richardson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton,
Khruangbin,
The Moleskins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Second Layer,
Lower 48,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
The Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Dave Gahan,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
John Lydon,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.