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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Excepter to the grime 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Procol Harum,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Byrd,
Cybotron,
John Lydon,
Robert Görl,
Joe Finger,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs,
Ituana,
The Leaves,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eurythmics,
Faust,
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dennis Brown,
The J.B.'s,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Durutti Column,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
Pole,
Soul II Soul,
Negative Approach,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Barracudas,
Tommy Roe,
H. Thieme,
The Monks,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
Deepchord,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
Quando Quango,
Cluster,
Todd Rundgren,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
Gong,
Tears for Fears,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.