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 Guatemala and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stereo Dub to the dance 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
The Tremeloes,
John Lydon,
Bang On A Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
Max Romeo,
Vainqueur,
T. Rex,
The Invisible,
June Days,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sound,
Cymande,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lakeside,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Sherman,
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light,
E-Dancer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crime,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
Average White Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The American Breed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan,
Zapp,
Chris Corsano,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
Monks,
Hashim,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Trumans Water,
Half Japanese,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.