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 San Marino and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Severed Heads 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Livin' Joy,
Yazoo,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus,
Juan Atkins,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
the Bar-Kays,
Nas,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slick Rick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visage,
Kas Product,
The Motions,
Drexciya,
Ice-T,
June Days,
Oneida,
Zero Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rekid,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gories,
Robert Hood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erasure,
Derrick May,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Scrapy,
Patti Smith,
Inner City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nirvana,
The Wake,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
Jacob Miller,
Josef K,
Porter Ricks,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.