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 United Kingdom and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 John Lydon to the grunge 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
The Wake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Second Layer,
the Germs,
Malaria!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Supertramp,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Leonard Cohen,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jandek,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
10cc,
Eve St. Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
Hot Snakes,
Pierre Henry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Intrusion,
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Bananas,
Joy Division,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
The Red Krayola,
Funky Four + One,
The Beau Brummels,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
The Victims,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
H. Thieme,
Aaron Thompson,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
Khruangbin,
Chrome,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.