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 Mali and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
Janne Schatter,
Lalann,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
Main Source,
The Zeros,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
Massinfluence,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
The Trojans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
a-ha,
Camouflage,
Urselle,
Reuben Wilson,
Mr. Review,
Nas,
Television Personalities,
Khruangbin,
AZ,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
The Leaves,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
Nik Kershaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Organ,
New Order,
Quantec,
Crime,
Joy Division,
Porter Ricks,
Easy Going,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Lungfish,
Ice-T,
Average White Band,
ABBA,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.