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 Eritrea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Matthew Halsall to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
Kayak,
Brick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anthony Braxton,
Michelle Simonal,
Nils Olav,
Grauzone,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
The Gun Club,
Goldenarms,
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
Television,
Eddi Front,
Oblivians,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy Collins,
Maurizio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Royal Trux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lakeside,
Infiniti,
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visage,
Marine Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Aloha Tigers,
The Human League,
Bad Manners,
Monolake,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echospace,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronan,
Marmalade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fear,
E-Dancer,
Model 500,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.