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 Sweden and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 10cc to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nik Kershaw,
Underground Resistance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pagans,
Jacob Miller,
Bauhaus,
Section 25,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour,
Scientists,
Zero Boys,
Aural Exciters,
The Searchers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Connie Case,
Public Enemy,
Hoover,
New Age Steppers,
Lakeside,
The Fall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Barracudas,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
Japan,
Dark Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slits,
PIL,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
Skaos,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.