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 Germany and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Magma to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thompson Twins,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spoonie Gee,
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
Lalann,
Outsiders,
Bluetip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Womack,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brand Nubian,
Parry Music,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
Au Pairs,
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Green,
Crime,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Eve St. Jones,
Yellowson,
Steve Hackett,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
La Düsseldorf,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fugs,
Joe Finger,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Subhumans,
Babytalk,
Los Fastidios,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
The Blues Magoos,
Index,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
Pierre Henry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.