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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Hardrive to the crunk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Dolphy,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ornette Coleman,
UT,
E-Dancer,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cure,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Icehouse,
Quantec,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
Massinfluence,
Ultra Naté,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pretty Things,
Arcadia,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Niagra,
Technova,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
Adolescents,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott Heron,
JFA,
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
Jawbox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
The Invisible,
Au Pairs,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.