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 Uruguay and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blancmange 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
John Lydon,
Kas Product,
The Offenders,
David Bowie,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
Monks,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul Sonic Force,
Excepter,
Lightning Bolt,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
Tom Boy,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Danielle Patucci,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Busters,
OOIOO,
Massinfluence,
Agitation Free,
Joensuu 1685,
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Bad Manners,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
Fugazi,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Symarip,
R.M.O.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Clear Light,
Drexciya,
Eurythmics,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
Warren Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
World's Most,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.