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 Equatorial Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quadrant to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moody Blues,
Don Cherry,
Robert Wyatt,
MC5,
Simply Red,
Deakin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Style,
Robert Görl,
Jacques Brel,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television,
Gerry Rafferty,
Max Romeo,
Black Flag,
Eurythmics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
In Retrospect,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Hill,
Stetsasonic,
The Last Poets,
Agent Orange,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
John Lydon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
Alphaville,
Urselle,
kango's stein massive,
Funkadelic,
The Barracudas,
Harmonia,
Spoonie Gee,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
Wings,
Ludus,
Sugar Minott,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.