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 South Africa and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Eurythmics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
the Association,
Au Pairs,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
Moss Icon,
Ludus,
Shuggie Otis,
Oneida,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Young Rascals,
Yellowson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kas Product,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alton Ellis,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Flag,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Y Pants,
John Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
Main Source,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
Lungfish,
ABBA,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nils Olav,
Gang of Four,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
Erasure,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
X-102,
Sixth Finger,
Pylon,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.