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 Panama and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Godley & Creme to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound 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?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Von Mondo,
Japan,
The Searchers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
Godley & Creme,
Ludus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
DNA,
Khruangbin,
Chris Corsano,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David McCallum,
Peter & Gordon,
Qualms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cymande,
Oneida,
Sällskapet,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
The Techniques,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick Morgan,
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
MDC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Victims,
Warsaw,
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
Sun City Girls,
KRS-One,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.