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 Qatar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 John Cale to the techno 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
Crooked Eye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
Eli Mardock,
Cameo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Smog,
Carl Craig,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
the Normal,
KRS-One,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
The Residents,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
Anthony Braxton,
Ornette Coleman,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker,
Magma,
Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Little Man,
Radiohead,
The Victims,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.