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 Bahrain and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Rotary Connection 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Vainqueur,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Symarip,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
Nils Olav,
Soft Machine,
The Fortunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
The Motions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris Corsano,
The Names,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club,
kango's stein massive,
Eurythmics,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Franke,
KRS-One,
Los Fastidios,
Stetsasonic,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Colin Newman,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.