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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
Reuben Wilson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Real Kids,
Crime,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
Moebius,
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arcadia,
Nik Kershaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
Au Pairs,
The Cowsills,
Eli Mardock,
The Vogues,
Echospace,
10cc,
Patti Smith,
Zero Boys,
K-Klass,
Saccharine Trust,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mr. Review,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nas,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Last Poets,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Faraquet,
Robert Hood,
Marine Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Intrusion,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonic Youth,
Khruangbin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.