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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Connie Case to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Peter & Gordon,
The Human League,
10cc,
The United States of America,
The Associates,
The Music Machine,
Siglo XX,
Sparks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blancmange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Smog,
E-Dancer,
The Gladiators,
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants,
The Index,
Howard Jones,
Lalann,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
Talk Talk,
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Remains,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
The Techniques,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
Kurtis Blow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fuzztones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Starr,
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
Thee Headcoats,
Nirvana,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.