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 Germany and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sonny Sharrock 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Sixth Finger,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
Morten Harket,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
Flash Fearless,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cecil Taylor,
Scrapy,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sparks,
Rod Modell,
Zapp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
The Real Kids,
Minor Threat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
Technova,
Lalann,
Animal Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reagan Youth,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flipper,
Toni Rubio,
John Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.