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 Togo and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
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 chamberlin 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 Colin Newman to the funk 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angry Samoans,
Pole,
CMW,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxy Music,
Blancmange,
MC5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Searchers,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
Hoover,
Mo-Dettes,
Terry Callier,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Moon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
the Fania All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
B.T. Express,
the Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Amazonics,
John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Icehouse,
The Buckinghams,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Star Department,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
Alison Limerick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin,
Dark Day,
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
Kerri Chandler,
the Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Agitation Free,
Reuben Wilson,
Spoonie Gee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.