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 Greece and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 The Red Krayola to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Toni Rubio,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Axelrod,
the Slits,
Visage,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young,
Derrick May,
Rod Modell,
Subhumans,
Roxette,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
E-Dancer,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Copeland,
Skriet,
The Angels of Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Smog,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
Animal Collective,
Inner City,
Yaz,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arcadia,
Carl Craig,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Youth Brigade,
Leonard Cohen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bronski Beat,
Zapp,
Joey Negro,
Yazoo,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.