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 Romania and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Roger Hodgson 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
The Index,
Niagra,
Whodini,
Soul II Soul,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
AZ,
Thompson Twins,
June of 44,
Althea and Donna,
Tropical Tobacco,
T. Rex,
Faraquet,
Masters at Work,
Junior Murvin,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef,
Prince Buster,
Josef K,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp,
The Saints,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultravox,
Man Eating Sloth,
New York Dolls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
Chrome,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
A Certain Ratio,
Loose Ends,
Fugazi,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin,
Make Up,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.