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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Max Romeo to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
KRS-One,
Panda Bear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Velvet Underground,
Scan 7,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fugazi,
Absolute Body Control,
The Litter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Terry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
World's Most,
Royal Trux,
Nils Olav,
The Mummies,
Marmalade,
The Dirtbombs,
Aural Exciters,
The Doors,
Ice-T,
Parry Music,
Loose Ends,
Ornette Coleman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
Matthew Bourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Audionom,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.