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 Panama and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Suburban Knight to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Move,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Selecter,
T.S.O.L.,
Moby Grape,
The Gap Band,
Deepchord,
Sister Nancy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
Goldenarms,
The Victims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
The J.B.'s,
Yazoo,
Warren Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
The Zeros,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
EPMD,
Soft Machine,
ABBA,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
Oneida,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camouflage,
The Moleskins,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
Excepter,
Q65,
Crispy Ambulance,
Depeche Mode,
Flamin' Groovies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
the Germs,
Man Parrish,
Warsaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
Smog,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.