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 Paraguay and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Model 500 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unwound,
Masters at Work,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann,
Quadrant,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pole,
Boredoms,
Erykah Badu,
Fatback Band,
The Skatalites,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Jacques Brel,
Soul Sonic Force,
DNA,
Magma,
James White and The Blacks,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Almond,
Minnie Riperton,
Khruangbin,
Thompson Twins,
Ludus,
Bad Manners,
The Blues Magoos,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
Symarip,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
the Association,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.