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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reagan Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Technova,
Wally Richardson,
Eve St. Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
Josef K,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erykah Badu,
The Stooges,
D'Angelo,
Ornette Coleman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
Pylon,
The Smiths,
Nas,
Dead Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
JFA,
Joy Division,
Lower 48,
CMW,
Delta 5,
Franke,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Christie,
Visage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ohio Players,
Nik Kershaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Malaria!,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Move,
Deakin,
Black Sheep,
Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party,
Arthur Verocai,
Erasure,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.