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 Albania and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Davy DMX to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Lynne,
Subhumans,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
The Wake,
Camberwell Now,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Audionom,
Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
Monolake,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Neu!,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
Hashim,
Eric Dolphy,
John Lydon,
Second Layer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers,
Blake Baxter,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funkadelic,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
Marcia Griffiths,
Connie Case,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy Collins,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
The Fugs,
Fear,
Camouflage,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party,
Magazine,
Niagra,
Eurythmics,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heaven 17,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moebius,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.