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 Vanuatu 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Desert Stars to the grime 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Darondo,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
Saccharine Trust,
OOIOO,
Sarah Menescal,
Desert Stars,
Terry Callier,
Dead Boys,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams,
Minutemen,
Cecil Taylor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Newcleus,
Technova,
Section 25,
David Bowie,
Kas Product,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
Colin Newman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Motorama,
One Last Wish,
Fela Kuti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shoche,
The Smiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Massinfluence,
Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One,
Jacques Brel,
The Evens,
Isaac Hayes,
Lyres,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kayak,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
Archie Shepp,
China Crisis,
D'Angelo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cowsills,
Suburban Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.