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 Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Make Up to the rock 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Byrd,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Halsall,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fat Boys,
The Last Poets,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt,
Quantec,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Zeros,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skarface,
Qualms,
KRS-One,
DJ Style,
The Techniques,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
T. Rex,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
Pantaleimon,
Pantytec,
Soulsonic Force,
Infiniti,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
Mandrill,
Ossler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dave Gahan,
Porter Ricks,
Ornette Coleman,
OOIOO,
Slick Rick,
The Motions,
Bob Dylan,
Second Layer,
Hardrive,
Nils Olav,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.