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 Georgia and from New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
John Coltrane,
The Stooges,
The Dirtbombs,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Bobby Womack,
The Trojans,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
Funkadelic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yaz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown,
John Foxx,
Erykah Badu,
The Tremeloes,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker,
Sam Rivers,
the Human League,
Fat Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Circle Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Bizarre Inc.,
T.S.O.L.,
Mantronix,
Smog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Music Machine,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.