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 Serbia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Five Americans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Age Steppers,
The Index,
Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Chris Corsano,
Unwound,
Sex Pistols,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
Ornette Coleman,
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
June of 44,
Amon Düül II,
Y Pants,
The Remains,
Alphaville,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
Niagra,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
Moebius,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
MC5,
Mantronix,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
Blake Baxter,
Barbara Tucker,
The Golliwogs,
Alton Ellis,
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minor Threat,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Saints,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
Zero Boys,
Trumans Water,
Davy DMX,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.