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 Qatar and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Sparks,
Rod Modell,
Bluetip,
Q65,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Birthday Party,
Desert Stars,
Siglo XX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Anakelly,
JFA,
Stiv Bators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Interpol,
Aaron Thompson,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
Kerrie Biddell,
cv313,
The Gun Club,
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
Boredoms,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton,
Kurtis Blow,
Ituana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
Arthur Verocai,
Parry Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pretty Things,
10cc,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy,
Magazine,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dark Day,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.