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 Albania and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Mark Hollis to the grime 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Davy DMX,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads,
John Lydon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Judy Mowatt,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
The Cramps,
The Grass Roots,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gladiators,
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
Franke,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
Radio Birdman,
The Barracudas,
Urselle,
Roxette,
Lyres,
Qualms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Skatalites,
Desert Stars,
JFA,
Ultravox,
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Victims,
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bauhaus,
The United States of America,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now,
Hashim,
Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Janne Schatter,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.