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 Tajikistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rap 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blues Magoos,
Funkadelic,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ludus,
Danielle Patucci,
Bauhaus,
La Düsseldorf,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ken Boothe,
Livin' Joy,
Nirvana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gong,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty,
JFA,
T. Rex,
Charles Mingus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Darondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Barracudas,
The Real Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
Essential Logic,
The Dead C,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
This Heat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.