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 Cambodia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pole to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marvin Gaye,
This Heat,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Christie,
Television,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
Harpers Bizarre,
Judy Mowatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Young Rascals,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cal Tjader,
Neu!,
Johnny Clarke,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Bourne,
Panda Bear,
Maurizio,
Gang Starr,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
the Association,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Sheep,
Minny Pops,
The Raincoats,
MC5,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gap Band,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
The Beau Brummels,
Fear,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.