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 Russia and from London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Idris Muhammad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
Scion,
Deakin,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
Connie Case,
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Almond,
Mandrill,
The Sonics,
The Move,
Neu!,
The Fortunes,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Jawbox,
Q and Not U,
Terry Callier,
The Mummies,
Livin' Joy,
Cal Tjader,
The Names,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-Ray Spex,
The Beau Brummels,
Rufus Thomas,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Mantronix,
The Litter,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABC,
Can,
Yellowson,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arcadia,
The Associates,
David Axelrod,
Pylon,
Man Parrish,
The Kinks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Style,
The Young Rascals,
Depeche Mode,
Minutemen,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.