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 Colombia and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Absolute Body Control to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Hill,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
New York Dolls,
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
CMW,
The Toasters,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Bauhaus,
The Walker Brothers,
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun City Girls,
Ituana,
Main Source,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
Freddie Wadling,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Piero Umiliani,
Organ,
This Heat,
Youth Brigade,
Graham Central Station,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
Blancmange,
Alton Ellis,
China Crisis,
Saccharine Trust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Interpol,
the Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lightning Bolt,
Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
Pole,
In Retrospect,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Sherman,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.