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 Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 a-ha to the electroclash 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Anakelly,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Wells,
Television Personalities,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Ronan,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
Adolescents,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultravox,
Jeff Mills,
L. Decosne,
Hashim,
The Saints,
Second Layer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monolake,
Loose Ends,
Gastr Del Sol,
Althea and Donna,
Pagans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
The Pretty Things,
EPMD,
Bobby Byrd,
The Star Department,
Gichy Dan,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan,
Talk Talk,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Almond,
Oblivians,
Qualms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Normal,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.