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 Jordan and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxy Music,
Organ,
Rotary Connection,
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harmonia,
Hot Snakes,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fortunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swans,
Pole,
the Association,
Tres Demented,
Al Stewart,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gories,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blancmange,
Faust,
Groovy Waters,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arcadia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blues Magoos,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
Albert Ayler,
The Golliwogs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
Johnny Clarke,
Kurtis Blow,
Qualms,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.