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 India and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul II Soul to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Dead C,
The Young Rascals,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
Scan 7,
The Doobie Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
Skarface,
Dual Sessions,
Minor Threat,
Alison Limerick,
MC5,
Television,
The Birthday Party,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
Blancmange,
Eddi Front,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Seeds,
Magazine,
Pulsallama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
Derrick May,
Nik Kershaw,
Saccharine Trust,
48th St. Collective,
Brick,
Make Up,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pagans,
Suicide,
Pere Ubu,
Fela Kuti,
Rosa Yemen,
Ludus,
KRS-One,
Kerri Chandler,
Shoche,
Scientists,
Sandy B,
Sixth Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
Urselle,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.