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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boredoms to the punk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
R.M.O.,
Joe Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
Animal Collective,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
Albert Ayler,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tom Boy,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barclay James Harvest,
Underground Resistance,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
ABC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker,
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
Marvin Gaye,
Lindisfarne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Byron Stingily,
Darondo,
China Crisis,
Fela Kuti,
Godley & Creme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visage,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
The Pop Group,
Ludus,
UT,
Whodini,
The New Christs,
The Gladiators,
Wings,
Loose Ends,
Pylon,
Colin Newman,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Interpol,
One Last Wish,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.