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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fela Kuti to the crunk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
La Düsseldorf,
Marmalade,
Sugar Minott,
Fela Kuti,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hot Snakes,
Maleditus Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yellowson,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks,
Y Pants,
Eli Mardock,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Slick Rick,
Hardrive,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
Joy Division,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
Little Man,
F. McDonald,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
MDC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
Scan 7,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Steve Hackett,
The Blackbyrds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
Visage,
Rapeman,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.