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 Marshall Islands 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the funk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
Iggy Pop,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Shadows of Knight,
L. Decosne,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Loose Ends,
China Crisis,
Shoche,
The Toasters,
Johnny Clarke,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul II Soul,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke,
Accadde A,
David Axelrod,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wings,
Harmonia,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Aural Exciters,
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya,
Sex Pistols,
Saccharine Trust,
Pierre Henry,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mars,
The Busters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.