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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
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 rhodes 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 Franke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Association,
Albert Ayler,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Babytalk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jawbox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unwound,
Blake Baxter,
John Holt,
The Fortunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The American Breed,
This Heat,
The Vogues,
The Fall,
The Wake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
Yaz,
Desert Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Parrish,
Brick,
The Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
Q and Not U,
JFA,
The Toasters,
Aswad,
Organ,
The Busters,
Saccharine Trust,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Al Stewart,
Royal Trux,
the Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Theoretical Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zapp,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
Brand Nubian,
Chrome,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.