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 Nepal and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Rekid to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Teasers,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
Wire,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Bang On A Can,
Barrington Levy,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dave Gahan,
Howard Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra,
Index,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brick,
Intrusion,
Symarip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Khruangbin,
Anakelly,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arthur Verocai,
Juan Atkins,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes,
Eden Ahbez,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
The Motions,
Rod Modell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.