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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lyres to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
Neu!,
X-102,
Section 25,
Von Mondo,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nils Olav,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott Heron,
PIL,
Nico,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Techniques,
Delta 5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
Aswad,
Duran Duran,
The Flesh Eaters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry's Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Remains,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skaos,
Jawbox,
the Association,
Jacques Brel,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Outsiders,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stereo Dub,
David Axelrod,
Roxette,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
Yusef Lateef,
Anakelly,
Minny Pops,
JFA,
Lungfish,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.