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 Spain and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Index to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Howard Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Association,
Moss Icon,
Sparks,
Deadbeat,
Lakeside,
David McCallum,
F. McDonald,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cameo,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Near,
Susan Cadogan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marmalade,
X-Ray Spex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Model 500,
Joensuu 1685,
Isaac Hayes,
Pagans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camberwell Now,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
Mandrill,
Pantaleimon,
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
The United States of America,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
ABC,
Cluster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Finger,
Newcleus,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17,
Liliput,
D'Angelo,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.