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 Romania and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 The Dead C to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
Adolescents,
Erykah Badu,
Alison Limerick,
Michelle Simonal,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
Magma,
Scott Walker,
Joey Negro,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia,
Henry Cow,
Crime,
Sugar Minott,
June of 44,
Lou Christie,
Quadrant,
Scrapy,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
Qualms,
Alton Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
Sixth Finger,
Camouflage,
David McCallum,
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
Negative Approach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moody Blues,
The Last Poets,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Procol Harum,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Section 25,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.