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 Uruguay and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 the Normal to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Terry,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Lungfish,
The Five Americans,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
Joy Division,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Womack,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
kango's stein massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-102,
Susan Cadogan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suicide,
Howard Jones,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young,
Moby Grape,
the Human League,
Monks,
Flipper,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
T. Rex,
John Holt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
Radiohead,
Dead Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Inner City,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.