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 Solomon Islands 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Accadde A to the funk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Johnny Clarke,
New Age Steppers,
The J.B.'s,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gap Band,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
Visage,
Smog,
Patti Smith,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
Masters at Work,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
10cc,
John Cale,
Model 500,
UT,
Malaria!,
Rhythm & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
Dave Gahan,
The Trojans,
This Heat,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
Crime,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
The Victims,
The Cramps,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oneida,
The Fuzztones,
Al Stewart,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.