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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quantec to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Ossler,
Qualms,
Al Stewart,
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
The United States of America,
Juan Atkins,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
New York Dolls,
Danielle Patucci,
Bad Manners,
Cal Tjader,
Sight & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
Isaac Hayes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Rundgren,
Banda Bassotti,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delta 5,
Mandrill,
Rapeman,
The Real Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
Aural Exciters,
Spoonie Gee,
Idris Muhammad,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
Essential Logic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liliput,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
Pylon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Janne Schatter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.