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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Yaz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Halsall,
Juan Atkins,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Althea and Donna,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
Ronan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
MC5,
Pussy Galore,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
Isaac Hayes,
Byron Stingily,
JFA,
Clear Light,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sound Behaviour,
Fad Gadget,
Lindisfarne,
Index,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
Dorothy Ashby,
Excepter,
Aaron Thompson,
R.M.O.,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sound,
Television,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zero Boys,
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Magazine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joensuu 1685,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
The Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
CMW,
The Monochrome Set,
The Buckinghams,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.