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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Youth Brigade to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Near,
Nick Fraelich,
Subhumans,
B.T. Express,
Lee Hazlewood,
L. Decosne,
The Motions,
The Durutti Column,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Foxx,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slick Rick,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Swans,
Oneida,
John Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Holt,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Index,
LL Cool J,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DNA,
the Association,
Hashim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Görl,
Rotary Connection,
The Gories,
Gang Green,
The Dirtbombs,
Bob Dylan,
cv313,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dark Day,
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
Archie Shepp,
Mandrill,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.