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 Nicaragua and from London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Pole to the jazz 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
Maurizio,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camberwell Now,
Alton Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
Animal Collective,
The Skatalites,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott Heron,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Judy Mowatt,
Tommy Roe,
Goldenarms,
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Teasers,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
Ultra Naté,
DNA,
Oblivians,
Essential Logic,
Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Nico,
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Fraelich,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.