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 Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grunge 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Cameo,
John Coltrane,
Skriet,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camouflage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Teasers,
The Dirtbombs,
Cybotron,
Stiv Bators,
Fad Gadget,
Morten Harket,
Lungfish,
Lucky Dragons,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ice-T,
Mark Hollis,
Livin' Joy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Massinfluence,
Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Saints,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hoover,
Swans,
Make Up,
The Offenders,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe,
Underground Resistance,
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scientists,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Modern Lovers,
The New Christs,
The Fall,
The Star Department,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.