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 Ethiopia and from New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Graham Central Station,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacques Brel,
Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Excepter,
One Last Wish,
Isaac Hayes,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
Fat Boys,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monochrome Set,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Main Source,
Archie Shepp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Popol Vuh,
The Gap Band,
The Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Darondo,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
Fela Kuti,
The Buckinghams,
Brass Construction,
Half Japanese,
Rekid,
Jandek,
The Motions,
Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerri Chandler,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
This Heat,
Sparks,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.