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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grime 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Spoonie Gee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Camouflage,
Max Romeo,
Eddi Front,
Lungfish,
La Düsseldorf,
Bad Manners,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris & Cosey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacob Miller,
The Leaves,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minutemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
Dave Gahan,
New York Dolls,
Sugar Minott,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Babytalk,
Index,
Robert Görl,
Fad Gadget,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
Anthony Braxton,
Scientists,
Slick Rick,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
Magazine,
The Moody Blues,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
Wire,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.