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 Iraq and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Sherman to the electroclash 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quantec,
Bill Wells,
Crash Course in Science,
Hardrive,
Max Romeo,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Human League,
Ossler,
Heaven 17,
Ralphi Rosario,
Infiniti,
UT,
Animal Collective,
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues,
The Evens,
Groovy Waters,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Vogues,
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
Subhumans,
The Buckinghams,
The New Christs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
The Pop Group,
Tears for Fears,
The Grass Roots,
The Dirtbombs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roger Hodgson,
Spandau Ballet,
MC5,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Rapeman,
MDC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Babytalk,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.