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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lyres to the grime 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Yaz,
Eric Copeland,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Schoolly D,
Brothers Johnson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
the Human League,
MDC,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young,
Visage,
James White and The Blacks,
Ten City,
Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Arcadia,
Unwound,
Peter & Gordon,
Agitation Free,
Radio Birdman,
Blancmange,
Isaac Hayes,
Drexciya,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
Smog,
Thompson Twins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
June Days,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana,
Sun City Girls,
Parry Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Hill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fela Kuti,
U.S. Maple,
Groovy Waters,
The Zeros,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.