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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Barracudas to the disco 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
This Heat,
Marc Almond,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yaz,
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Knickerbockers,
Slave,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
Gong,
New Order,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
Surgeon,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
Hasil Adkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Skarface,
Funkadelic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Symarip,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style,
Popol Vuh,
PIL,
R.M.O.,
Bluetip,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Fraelich,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Thompson Twins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
Lindisfarne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Q and Not U,
The Invisible,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.