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 Congo and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Bizarre Inc. to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Near,
Todd Rundgren,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Patti Smith,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
X-Ray Spex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aswad,
Clear Light,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
Henry Cow,
Max Romeo,
The Evens,
Pussy Galore,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
Godley & Creme,
Alice Coltrane,
Make Up,
Blancmange,
Anakelly,
The Alarm Clocks,
Panda Bear,
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bob Dylan,
Wire,
Accadde A,
DJ Style,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skriet,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donald Byrd,
a-ha,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
Slave,
Maurizio,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.