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 Guinea-Bissau and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Skatalites to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Christie,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Rekid,
Moss Icon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
Al Stewart,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
Fatback Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
World's Most,
Anakelly,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
Cymande,
Kayak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Pole,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Black Bananas,
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade,
Roxette,
T.S.O.L.,
Pere Ubu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
Royal Trux,
Nico,
Deepchord,
Das Ding,
John Coltrane,
cv313,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.