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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Victims to the grime 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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Saints,
Easy Going,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls,
The Kinks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang of Four,
John Foxx,
Royal Trux,
The Standells,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Outsiders,
A Certain Ratio,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lindisfarne,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Goldenarms,
Juan Atkins,
Au Pairs,
Black Flag,
Qualms,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Green,
The Cowsills,
Monolake,
Y Pants,
Organ,
Rod Modell,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Sandy B,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sly & The Family Stone,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
Erasure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
48th St. Collective,
Brick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
In Retrospect,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.