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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Accadde A to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Sherman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drexciya,
Royal Trux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
Nico,
Quantec,
Cymande,
Michelle Simonal,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
MDC,
Warren Ellis,
Brick,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Harmonia,
Bill Near,
The Fugs,
The United States of America,
LL Cool J,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
Lyres,
Sparks,
Nirvana,
The Standells,
Yaz,
The Invisible,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Panda Bear,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Ornette Coleman,
Cluster,
Porter Ricks,
Susan Cadogan,
Bob Dylan,
Blancmange,
DJ Sneak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
These Immortal Souls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Germs,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.