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 Israel and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sparks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
the Normal,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
Skarface,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alton Ellis,
ABC,
John Holt,
Junior Murvin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rod Modell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
Vainqueur,
Kenny Larkin,
Youth Brigade,
Bronski Beat,
48th St. Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Reagan Youth,
Funky Four + One,
the Germs,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
Can,
Qualms,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
The Buckinghams,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agent Orange,
The Evens,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
The J.B.'s,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Teasers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacob Miller,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.