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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 The Remains to the rap 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Silicon Teens,
Cybotron,
Chris & Cosey,
The Names,
Siglo XX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
Icehouse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Audionom,
MDC,
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
Organ,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
Bush Tetras,
K-Klass,
Aloha Tigers,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fall,
Niagra,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Neon Judgement,
Mark Hollis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
Anthony Braxton,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express,
the Slits,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
Boredoms,
The Golliwogs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
Interpol,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.