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 Paraguay and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minnie Riperton to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Malaria!,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rotary Connection,
Aswad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yusef Lateef,
the Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Skaos,
Black Flag,
Matthew Halsall,
Bauhaus,
Buzzcocks,
David Bowie,
The Motions,
Vainqueur,
Yaz,
Jawbox,
Vladislav Delay,
Fluxion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Scion,
Chris & Cosey,
the Bar-Kays,
Trumans Water,
Half Japanese,
The Detroit Cobras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Althea and Donna,
Mo-Dettes,
Sandy B,
Rosa Yemen,
Quando Quango,
Surgeon,
Ronan,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Eddi Front,
Gang Gang Dance,
Interpol,
A Certain Ratio,
Desert Stars,
Brick,
Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sexual Harrassment,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.