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 Yemen and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Skarface to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Cramps,
Pylon,
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
Niagra,
Minny Pops,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Wells,
Yusef Lateef,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
Laurel Aitken,
The Golliwogs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonic Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thee Headcoats,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
Main Source,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Excepter,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
The Dead C,
Sister Nancy,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Halsall,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wally Richardson,
Fatback Band,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
Don Cherry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Loose Ends,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.