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 Croatia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the dance 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Monolake,
Throbbing Gristle,
K-Klass,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Public Enemy,
Porter Ricks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Count Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
World's Most,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
Organ,
Lower 48,
Outsiders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Saints,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unwound,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
David Axelrod,
Marine Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
Nas,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scion,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
Reagan Youth,
Adolescents,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
Franke,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.