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 Poland and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons,
Excepter,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Whodini,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Angels of Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Japan,
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
Isaac Hayes,
The Misunderstood,
The Cramps,
The Pop Group,
Magma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
Deakin,
KRS-One,
Goldenarms,
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
Toni Rubio,
Joyce Sims,
Skriet,
Oneida,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
H. Thieme,
Marmalade,
Wally Richardson,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
The Gun Club,
John Lydon,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.