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 France and from Beijing.
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 Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Curtis Mayfield to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Subhumans,
Stetsasonic,
Joy Division,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
John Holt,
Babytalk,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
Darondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Whodini,
Johnny Clarke,
Vainqueur,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Janne Schatter,
Quando Quango,
Robert Görl,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Green,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
Terry Callier,
ABC,
Sandy B,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown,
Bob Dylan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Roxette,
Jacob Miller,
The Pretty Things,
Bush Tetras,
Alton Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun City Girls,
Josef K,
Drexciya,
Television Personalities,
The Move,
Q65,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
Fat Boys,
Brick,
The Smiths,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
Sällskapet,
Young Marble Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.