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 Slovenia and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Ludus to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Young Rascals,
Livin' Joy,
KRS-One,
Ronan,
LL Cool J,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donald Byrd,
Zapp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vainqueur,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hasil Adkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Talk Talk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Pus,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Halsall,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
Hashim,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Certain Ratio,
Scion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Sparks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bluetip,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Offenders,
Magma,
Gang of Four,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalann,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler,
Soulsonic Force,
The Vogues,
Jawbox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Parrish,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jandek,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.