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 Togo and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dave Gahan,
A Certain Ratio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
Television,
China Crisis,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mojo Men,
Cameo,
Harry Pussy,
Erykah Badu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
Black Flag,
Ronnie Foster,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Terry,
Rakim,
David Bowie,
Gong,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skaos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Bananas,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lower 48,
Joy Division,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
Scan 7,
The Offenders,
Make Up,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
The Real Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover,
Prince Buster,
Model 500,
Bobby Womack,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
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.