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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ice-T,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
Desert Stars,
Gong,
The Stooges,
Sister Nancy,
Infiniti,
Maurizio,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nils Olav,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
Pulsallama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Al Stewart,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Fugazi,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
Zero Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bauhaus,
The Divine Comedy,
Quando Quango,
DJ Sneak,
Brothers Johnson,
ABC,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
Supertramp,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monks,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.