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 Israel and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 David Axelrod to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
These Immortal Souls,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
Fugazi,
Amazonics,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Residents,
Cluster,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Josef K,
John Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Foxx,
The Angels of Light,
Graham Central Station,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erasure,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
Tommy Roe,
Harmonia,
Dead Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott Heron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Starr,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Prince Buster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blancmange,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare,
the Slits,
Hot Snakes,
The Busters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lower 48,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.