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 Malawi 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Make Up to the techno 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Model 500,
Massinfluence,
Simply Red,
Patti Smith,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reuben Wilson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
Rod Modell,
Radiohead,
Darondo,
MDC,
Monks,
The Black Dice,
ABC,
Lightning Bolt,
Fat Boys,
Symarip,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Little Man,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül II,
Mo-Dettes,
Jawbox,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Charles Mingus,
Joy Division,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Excepter,
The Litter,
X-102,
Buzzcocks,
Wally Richardson,
Godley & Creme,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arab on Radar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.