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 Liberia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Surgeon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger 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?
X-Ray Spex,
The Pop Group,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Basic Channel,
Brick,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Clarke,
ABC,
The Fugs,
The Stooges,
Qualms,
Absolute Body Control,
Pylon,
Bobby Byrd,
Dark Day,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
Country Teasers,
Yaz,
Skarface,
The Knickerbockers,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delta 5,
Barrington Levy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angry Samoans,
Sparks,
Cal Tjader,
Q and Not U,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marvin Gaye,
Pere Ubu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
The Techniques,
John Coltrane,
Rekid,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ice-T,
Interpol,
Von Mondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
Lalann,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.