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 Guinea and from London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 B.T. Express to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Skaos,
Jacques Brel,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
Spoonie Gee,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
the Slits,
Minor Threat,
the Bar-Kays,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
The Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blake Baxter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yusef Lateef,
Yellowson,
Grauzone,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sandy B,
The Real Kids,
Negative Approach,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Copeland,
Aural Exciters,
Blossom Toes,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Starr,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
The Wake,
The Music Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Wire,
Eddi Front,
This Heat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Joyce Sims,
Albert Ayler,
The Detroit Cobras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
Guru Guru,
In Retrospect,
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.