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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Japan,
Tim Buckley,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxette,
Todd Rundgren,
Oneida,
LL Cool J,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cramps,
X-102,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Skatalites,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang of Four,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
Guru Guru,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Talk Talk,
David McCallum,
Nico,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
The Remains,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
Black Pus,
Bill Wells,
Eddi Front,
Dual Sessions,
Mantronix,
Wasted Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Audionom,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
Rosa Yemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thee Headcoats,
Moby Grape,
Infiniti,
The Leaves,
Harmonia,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.