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 Hungary and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Moleskins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Mills,
The Smiths,
Mantronix,
T.S.O.L.,
Arthur Verocai,
PIL,
The Zeros,
Skaos,
Cameo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Tremeloes,
Harry Pussy,
The Martian,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton,
Half Japanese,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Hill,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Leonard Cohen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Danielle Patucci,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Sonics,
CMW,
The Associates,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
Royal Trux,
Eddi Front,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dead C,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
Youth Brigade,
The Index,
Liliput,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monks,
Scrapy,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
The Kinks,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.