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 Taipei.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Pere Ubu to the rap 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
The Remains,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins,
AZ,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
The Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dead C,
Stiv Bators,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
The Pretty Things,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Essential Logic,
The Offenders,
Traffic Nightmare,
CMW,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Isaac Hayes,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
Kayak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Urselle,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
Silicon Teens,
The Associates,
Bush Tetras,
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
The Human League,
Amazonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.