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 Swaziland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Danielle Patucci to the funk 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Motorama,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Japan,
Lakeside,
Brass Construction,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
Aloha Tigers,
Kayak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scion,
DNA,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
Godley & Creme,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slackers,
Flipper,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
June Days,
The Durutti Column,
The United States of America,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shuggie Otis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313,
K-Klass,
JFA,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brand Nubian,
Marine Girls,
Television,
Arthur Verocai,
Unrelated Segments,
Faust,
Massinfluence,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
H. Thieme,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül II,
The Dirtbombs,
Quando Quango,
Khruangbin,
Soulsonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.