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 Burkina and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Gichy Dan to the rap 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Basic Channel,
Roxette,
Byron Stingily,
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
Eddi Front,
Nick Fraelich,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Swans,
The Index,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
kango's stein massive,
Wings,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lyres,
Kayak,
Index,
Howard Jones,
Maurizio,
Brick,
F. McDonald,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moebius,
Cybotron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kas Product,
Nik Kershaw,
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
Spandau Ballet,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
JFA,
MC5,
the Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.