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 Chad and from Lille.
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 Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
Gang Starr,
The Grass Roots,
Sugar Minott,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Interpol,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cymande,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index,
Duran Duran,
Pantaleimon,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
Mantronix,
Patti Smith,
The Wake,
David Axelrod,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
Sam Rivers,
Faraquet,
X-102,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
Fat Boys,
Eli Mardock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacob Miller,
Circle Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monochrome Set,
Susan Cadogan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warren Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
Crime,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.