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 Papua New Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the punk 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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Deadbeat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Style,
Toni Rubio,
OOIOO,
Mars,
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Black Dice,
Talk Talk,
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller,
The Real Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiohead,
Marvin Gaye,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pop Group,
Joyce Sims,
Albert Ayler,
Skaos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Carl Craig,
Scion,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joy Division,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
Bill Wells,
The Offenders,
Massinfluence,
The Blues Magoos,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
Index,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.