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 Nepal 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
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 synthesizer 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 Terrestrial Tones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Easy Going,
Scrapy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
John Foxx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Christie,
Hot Snakes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
Supertramp,
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
Pylon,
Charles Mingus,
Laurel Aitken,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang of Four,
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Infiniti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed,
Rapeman,
Wings,
Tim Buckley,
Rod Modell,
Sarah Menescal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Theoretical Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
The Dead C,
U.S. Maple,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Clarke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
F. McDonald,
Public Enemy,
The Beau Brummels,
Whodini,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wally Richardson,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.