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 Eritrea 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
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 arpeggiator 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 Basic Channel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Archie Shepp,
Arab on Radar,
Buzzcocks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smoke,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skaos,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
Dual Sessions,
E-Dancer,
Eden Ahbez,
Blake Baxter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronnie Foster,
Cameo,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Guru Guru,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
The Music Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
Kayak,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang On A Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
cv313,
the Association,
Jacob Miller,
Jandek,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
Fluxion,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.