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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Wolf Eyes to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Derrick Morgan,
LL Cool J,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
CMW,
Al Stewart,
The Moody Blues,
Mr. Review,
Average White Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime,
Scrapy,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
Lakeside,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monochrome Set,
Unwound,
Moby Grape,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drexciya,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eve St. Jones,
John Lydon,
Alison Limerick,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
Skarface,
Technova,
The Fall,
Y Pants,
Yusef Lateef,
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells,
The Standells,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.