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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Dave Gahan to the disco 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Hoover,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharoah Sanders,
Colin Newman,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
Pulsallama,
Scion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
The Kinks,
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
Moby Grape,
DJ Style,
Deepchord,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zapp,
E-Dancer,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
Donald Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minor Threat,
Thompson Twins,
Infiniti,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Hood,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantytec,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack,
The Selecter,
John Lydon,
Main Source,
The Index,
Man Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q65,
Ohio Players,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.