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 Cape Verde and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Subhumans,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Von Mondo,
Sugar Minott,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Nils Olav,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
Dark Day,
Blake Baxter,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Outsiders,
Patti Smith,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
Rhythm & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
Country Teasers,
Sight & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
The Index,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Clear Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Gabor Szabo,
Quadrant,
The Names,
Eurythmics,
Toni Rubio,
The Young Rascals,
Warsaw,
The Cowsills,
Rotary Connection,
Moss Icon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.