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 Kenya and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Davy DMX to the grime 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Sparks,
MC5,
Cymande,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rekid,
Camberwell Now,
Carl Craig,
Pulsallama,
Joyce Sims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dawn Penn,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Howard Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echospace,
The Wake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Seeds,
The Zeros,
Fugazi,
Radiohead,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
Derrick Morgan,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nico,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Angels of Light,
Theoretical Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Almond,
Eurythmics,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.