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 Egypt and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scion 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sixth Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Suburban Knight,
Sandy B,
The Red Krayola,
Television,
Roy Ayers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boredoms,
Heaven 17,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
Smog,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
Gichy Dan,
Urselle,
Lebanon Hanover,
These Immortal Souls,
Quadrant,
Tom Boy,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
Amon Düül,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flash Fearless,
John Holt,
Rotary Connection,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
Josef K,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wire,
Jacques Brel,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.