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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Saccharine Trust to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
Eric Copeland,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Image Ltd.,
This Heat,
Alphaville,
Outsiders,
Q and Not U,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
Barrington Levy,
Bizarre Inc.,
K-Klass,
Connie Case,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Stooges,
Thompson Twins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
10cc,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fluxion,
Juan Atkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
The Busters,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
Deakin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence,
Anthony Braxton,
Joy Division,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slick Rick,
R.M.O.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
Japan,
Lyres,
Shuggie Otis,
Arcadia,
Con Funk Shun,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacques Brel,
Pagans,
Matthew Bourne,
CMW,
the Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Piero Umiliani,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.