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 Lesotho and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dual Sessions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Motions,
Visage,
Model 500,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
Pussy Galore,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
Tommy Roe,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Almond,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Machine,
The Mojo Men,
The Golliwogs,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
Symarip,
F. McDonald,
Derrick Morgan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scion,
Prince Buster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Axelrod,
Das Ding,
Kayak,
Barrington Levy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
Unwound,
Au Pairs,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yusef Lateef,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hoover,
Erasure,
Faust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo,
Sun City Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Evens,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.