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 Italy and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Nas to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers,
Bush Tetras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
Model 500,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Black Dice,
Ronnie Foster,
R.M.O.,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sugar Minott,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
MC5,
Crime,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unwound,
Outsiders,
Mandrill,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
Wire,
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
James White and The Blacks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suburban Knight,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Easy Going,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Litter,
Lyres,
Cluster,
Organ,
Sparks,
The Residents,
Oneida,
Parry Music,
Icehouse,
Skriet,
June of 44,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Brand Nubian,
Freddie Wadling,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.