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 Somalia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
The Happenings,
Alice Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
Erykah Badu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
Marmalade,
Kas Product,
Smog,
Matthew Bourne,
Archie Shepp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
Trumans Water,
Ice-T,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
The Fuzztones,
Essential Logic,
Bad Manners,
Patti Smith,
DNA,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
Ponytail,
The Monochrome Set,
Henry Cow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camouflage,
Chrome,
Joyce Sims,
Gichy Dan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siglo XX,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
Spoonie Gee,
The Five Americans,
The Evens,
E-Dancer,
Mark Hollis,
AZ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Motorama,
ABC,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
Pulsallama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.