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 Peru and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Country Teasers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Mandrill,
Sällskapet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faust,
the Normal,
Aswad,
The Neon Judgement,
Deakin,
Thee Headcoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
The Techniques,
Subhumans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
Albert Ayler,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slackers,
Stetsasonic,
Groovy Waters,
Al Stewart,
JFA,
U.S. Maple,
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
Slick Rick,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
The Black Dice,
La Düsseldorf,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry's Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
Qualms,
Swell Maps,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
Don Cherry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ice-T,
Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
Minny Pops,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.