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 Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David McCallum to the crunk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minny Pops,
Al Stewart,
Minor Threat,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Darondo,
PIL,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swans,
Don Cherry,
Unrelated Segments,
Maurizio,
Easy Going,
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
One Last Wish,
K-Klass,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Sixth Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Malaria!,
Hashim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction,
Letta Mbulu,
Whodini,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
Boz Scaggs,
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.