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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Bourne,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
John Foxx,
cv313,
Robert Hood,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
Godley & Creme,
Pylon,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
Pere Ubu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons,
Fear,
The Birthday Party,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pretty Things,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
Japan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fuzztones,
The Mummies,
Kayak,
Neu!,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Sex Pistols,
Bad Manners,
Joe Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
Freddie Wadling,
Angry Samoans,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques,
the Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jawbox,
Duran Duran,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.