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 Uruguay and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Flash Fearless to the rap 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amazonics,
Byron Stingily,
Morten Harket,
Althea and Donna,
The Blackbyrds,
Mad Mike,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T. Rex,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Banda Bassotti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Little Man,
Ronnie Foster,
Symarip,
Bluetip,
Monolake,
Sight & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Alton Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
U.S. Maple,
Stereo Dub,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Ice-T,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nas,
Gong,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
cv313,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.