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 Spain and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mark Hollis to the crunk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Andrew Hill,
These Immortal Souls,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
Minutemen,
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
Desert Stars,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
Sonic Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Sight & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mars,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Görl,
The J.B.'s,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Index,
the Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faust,
Yaz,
Bob Dylan,
the Germs,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
Drexciya,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pylon,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul II Soul,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Royal Trux,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
Patti Smith,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.