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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Ronnie Foster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boredoms,
Jawbox,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
MC5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Bourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Supertramp,
Gichy Dan,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monks,
Crime,
Anakelly,
Index,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
The Knickerbockers,
the Association,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
Can,
Severed Heads,
OOIOO,
F. McDonald,
Quando Quango,
Flipper,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
Outsiders,
Scan 7,
Ronan,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Rundgren,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Morten Harket,
Popol Vuh,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ituana,
Alton Ellis,
Deakin,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.