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 Greece and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Smog,
Sixth Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy,
Desert Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Minny Pops,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiohead,
Mad Mike,
Hashim,
the Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
a-ha,
Sarah Menescal,
Pylon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
B.T. Express,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rapeman,
Ten City,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers,
Ohio Players,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Excepter,
The Star Department,
Soft Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terry Callier,
Zero Boys,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
PIL,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.