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 San Marino and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
AZ,
Swell Maps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Tremeloes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kenny Larkin,
X-102,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun City Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Christie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
Iggy Pop,
Little Man,
Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Black Pus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
Lower 48,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Can,
Porter Ricks,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cramps,
The Young Rascals,
Scrapy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Q and Not U,
Motorama,
The Fall,
These Immortal Souls,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.