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 Zimbabwe and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roxy Music to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
Kaleidoscope,
OOIOO,
The New Christs,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Copeland,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blossom Toes,
Faraquet,
Deadbeat,
Juan Atkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Groovy Waters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cymande,
Soft Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kayak,
New York Dolls,
Flipper,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ludus,
Lakeside,
Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Steve Hackett,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
World's Most,
Bush Tetras,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rapeman,
Subhumans,
Adolescents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
One Last Wish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MC5,
Half Japanese,
Newcleus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
The Slackers,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.