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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Susan Cadogan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cameo,
Barclay James Harvest,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
Wasted Youth,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
the Swans,
Severed Heads,
The Dead C,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
F. McDonald,
The Mummies,
Brick,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Talk Talk,
Bob Dylan,
The Fuzztones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gories,
Yusef Lateef,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Sheep,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
DNA,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
the Association,
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
Black Moon,
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
LL Cool J,
Carl Craig,
Ossler,
The Grass Roots,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.