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 Australia and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Arab on Radar to the techno 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy 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?
Ossler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
The Slits,
Bad Manners,
Thee Headcoats,
The Invisible,
Crispian St. Peters,
China Crisis,
Au Pairs,
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
David Bowie,
Pere Ubu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crooked Eye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hoover,
Make Up,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker,
Magma,
Pussy Galore,
The Doors,
Neu!,
Scrapy,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Warsaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
The Monks,
Marmalade,
The Gap Band,
Gang Green,
CMW,
Matthew Halsall,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.