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 Afghanistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Franke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magma,
Organ,
a-ha,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anakelly,
T. Rex,
This Heat,
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Real Kids,
Wings,
The Motions,
Yusef Lateef,
Freddie Wadling,
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
June of 44,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
Talk Talk,
The Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Zero Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Marvin Gaye,
Cybotron,
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers,
Fugazi,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Radio Birdman,
June Days,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moody Blues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.