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 Macedonia and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the techno 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hardrive,
Minutemen,
Dead Boys,
Hoover,
CMW,
China Crisis,
Au Pairs,
Dave Gahan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Banda Bassotti,
The Divine Comedy,
Tubeway Army,
Alison Limerick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
Morten Harket,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
Vladislav Delay,
The Busters,
Goldenarms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amazonics,
Colin Newman,
Funkadelic,
Barrington Levy,
Ultravox,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Yazoo,
AZ,
Intrusion,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up,
Carl Craig,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Surgeon,
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.