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 Eritrea 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Slave to the dance 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
The New Christs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Fluxion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacques Brel,
Minutemen,
Carl Craig,
Q65,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Whodini,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
Negative Approach,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
Dawn Penn,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
The Music Machine,
Infiniti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fugazi,
L. Decosne,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Schoolly D,
The Mummies,
Danielle Patucci,
Theoretical Girls,
Goldenarms,
Drexciya,
Lyres,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lungfish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shoche,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Royal Trux,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
Iggy Pop,
Intrusion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pierre Henry,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.