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 United States and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 10cc to the rap 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman,
Connie Case,
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Khruangbin,
Harry Pussy,
Scratch Acid,
The Golliwogs,
Eli Mardock,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zapp,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
Monolake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
Yellowson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eurythmics,
Guru Guru,
Radio Birdman,
the Normal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
The Cramps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agent Orange,
Warren Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Jawbox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Axelrod,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Near,
Sun City Girls,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.