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 Azerbaijan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Girls At Our Best! to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shuggie Otis,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mary Jane Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Age Steppers,
Fatback Band,
Funky Four + One,
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers,
The Misunderstood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hardrive,
The Doors,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick May,
Dave Gahan,
Cybotron,
Interpol,
Qualms,
Wally Richardson,
The Smiths,
Ronan,
The Cramps,
Con Funk Shun,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
Scan 7,
FM Einheit,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
Cal Tjader,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
Lindisfarne,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
Moby Grape,
Laurel Aitken,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.