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 Bahrain and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slackers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
New Age Steppers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
Guru Guru,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu,
Cheater Slicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Hashim,
Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
Stereo Dub,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lungfish,
Newcleus,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
Quadrant,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young,
FM Einheit,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
Negative Approach,
Sparks,
Masters at Work,
The American Breed,
Gabor Szabo,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
Roger Hodgson,
D'Angelo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Beau Brummels,
Grauzone,
Country Teasers,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.