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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Duran Duran to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra,
Max Romeo,
The Flesh Eaters,
KRS-One,
Organ,
Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brothers Johnson,
Lower 48,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Masters at Work,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heaven 17,
Quadrant,
Popol Vuh,
Nas,
The Divine Comedy,
Hoover,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tim Buckley,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Parrish,
The Smoke,
Carl Craig,
Groovy Waters,
Iggy Pop,
The Leaves,
Wasted Youth,
David McCallum,
the Germs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mojo Men,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
This Heat,
Skriet,
The Blues Magoos,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.