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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Con Funk Shun to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lindisfarne,
Technova,
Urselle,
Camberwell Now,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wings,
Bill Near,
The Skatalites,
Alison Limerick,
the Swans,
DJ Sneak,
UT,
DNA,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Boredoms,
Fluxion,
Marc Almond,
Jandek,
Traffic Nightmare,
This Heat,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
Judy Mowatt,
Tommy Roe,
The Dead C,
Y Pants,
Grey Daturas,
The Techniques,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacques Brel,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pere Ubu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boz Scaggs,
ABC,
Radiohead,
Quadrant,
The Tremeloes,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
Cymande,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.