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 Slovakia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 David McCallum to the crunk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Ken Boothe,
The Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
Stiv Bators,
Pole,
Lungfish,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
Nas,
Supertramp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siglo XX,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
AZ,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gladiators,
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
Los Fastidios,
Ultravox,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blake Baxter,
Lower 48,
Joyce Sims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mad Mike,
Connie Case,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Standells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
The Evens,
The Young Rascals,
Minnie Riperton,
Lyres,
Thee Headcoats,
Slick Rick,
The Trojans,
Sparks,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.