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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Hot Snakes to the electroclash 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The New Christs,
Amazonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liliput,
Lyres,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultra Naté,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
Royal Trux,
The Standells,
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
La Düsseldorf,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
Porter Ricks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
Aloha Tigers,
Metal Thangz,
E-Dancer,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
Harry Pussy,
Hoover,
Reagan Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Hill,
Gong,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
Malaria!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
Pole,
Quando Quango,
Anakelly,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Guru Guru,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.