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 Benin and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Von Mondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Rekid,
Gong,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
Isaac Hayes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Teasers,
10cc,
Hashim,
Maurizio,
Liliput,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Red Krayola,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
Junior Murvin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Halsall,
Urselle,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Five Americans,
EPMD,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
Minutemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Ken Boothe,
Intrusion,
Black Bananas,
Lou Christie,
AZ,
The Searchers,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
Blancmange,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Depeche Mode,
The Saints,
Lungfish,
Infiniti,
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
Rod Modell,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.