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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camouflage to the jazz 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
Underground Resistance,
Erasure,
The Selecter,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Lindisfarne,
Rod Modell,
T. Rex,
Basic Channel,
Outsiders,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
Goldenarms,
Dennis Brown,
John Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Section 25,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ituana,
MC5,
Theoretical Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Khruangbin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
Flipper,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cramps,
Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
Kayak,
Pantaleimon,
Bush Tetras,
Crooked Eye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Flag,
DJ Style,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Teasers,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.