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 Senegal and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gastr Del Sol,
Negative Approach,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Litter,
The Red Krayola,
Wolf Eyes,
UT,
The Fortunes,
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
Hot Snakes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
Flipper,
FM Einheit,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
the Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Severed Heads,
Mission of Burma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
Faraquet,
Nik Kershaw,
the Normal,
Skriet,
Wally Richardson,
Donald Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.