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 Korea North and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Motorama to the jazz 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Enemy,
The Remains,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Wyatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
The Searchers,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Unrelated Segments,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Hill,
Black Sheep,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erasure,
The Sound,
Echospace,
The Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
Supertramp,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
World's Most,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Gang of Four,
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.