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 Moldova and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Ultra Naté to the crunk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Vogues,
The Modern Lovers,
Duran Duran,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
Circle Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
China Crisis,
June of 44,
Dawn Penn,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Black Bananas,
cv313,
JFA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
One Last Wish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fugazi,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minutemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
John Foxx,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
Nico,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
Steve Hackett,
Judy Mowatt,
Slave,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Hood,
Byron Stingily,
Icehouse,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Christie,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.