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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Connie Case to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Tom Boy,
Wally Richardson,
Gichy Dan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
Ornette Coleman,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Mills,
Symarip,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scan 7,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Lynne,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pere Ubu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barbara Tucker,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
Kenny Larkin,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
China Crisis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
Eve St. Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ohio Players,
Kas Product,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
John Foxx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dennis Brown,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unwound,
a-ha,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.