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 Jordan and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blues Magoos to the funk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harmonia,
This Heat,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
Glenn Branca,
Cluster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
The Fuzztones,
The Martian,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Hill,
The Raincoats,
Sam Rivers,
Connie Case,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young,
Bob Dylan,
T. Rex,
Roxy Music,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marine Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Fat Boys,
The Wake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rekid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers,
Eddi Front,
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
Joey Negro,
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Arcadia,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.