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 Iceland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxy Music to the funk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
The Smoke,
The United States of America,
Audionom,
The Trojans,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd,
Harmonia,
the Germs,
Mandrill,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Womack,
Deadbeat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
John Cale,
Ludus,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Standells,
Ultra Naté,
Minny Pops,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
Marmalade,
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
R.M.O.,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
Tres Demented,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slackers,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantytec,
Joey Negro,
Drexciya,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultravox,
Rotary Connection,
Organ,
Matthew Bourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wire,
Motorama,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Supertramp,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.