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 Bhutan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ice-T to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Howard Jones,
Inner City,
The Fuzztones,
Dual Sessions,
New Order,
Derrick May,
Ice-T,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
Supertramp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Age Steppers,
Youth Brigade,
Clear Light,
The J.B.'s,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Average White Band,
Cal Tjader,
Mark Hollis,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Hill,
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacob Miller,
The Tremeloes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
FM Einheit,
Audionom,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pagans,
the Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donald Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.