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 Brunei 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arcadia to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
F. McDonald,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warren Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Archie Shepp,
Desert Stars,
Ultravox,
Hot Snakes,
Pylon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
Yaz,
The Motions,
Peter and Kerry,
Barrington Levy,
John Holt,
Moebius,
Arab on Radar,
Janne Schatter,
Sixth Finger,
Ituana,
Charles Mingus,
B.T. Express,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Easy Going,
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
Talk Talk,
The Young Rascals,
T.S.O.L.,
Dorothy Ashby,
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultra Naté,
Smog,
The Victims,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Finger,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.