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 Taiwan and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Susan Cadogan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Dawn Penn,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
Ten City,
Scan 7,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
X-101,
Scion,
B.T. Express,
These Immortal Souls,
Dennis Brown,
Juan Atkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonic Youth,
Porter Ricks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drexciya,
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
Deadbeat,
The Litter,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas,
Bluetip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
Mad Mike,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Axelrod,
Faraquet,
Slave,
The Blackbyrds,
Mo-Dettes,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
This Heat,
Arab on Radar,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
Half Japanese,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
The Vogues,
June Days,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.