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 Antigua and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Brand Nubian to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Television,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Althea and Donna,
UT,
Second Layer,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Faraquet,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Section 25,
The Trojans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Y Pants,
Moebius,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Bourne,
Rekid,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
Kas Product,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visage,
Moby Grape,
L. Decosne,
Urselle,
The Raincoats,
Kayak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
Flipper,
Erasure,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
AZ,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Easy Going,
Pere Ubu,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Hill,
Fear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amazonics,
Joyce Sims,
Siglo XX,
Porter Ricks,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.