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 Uganda and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 The Happenings to the funk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Circle Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
Cluster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fear,
Lungfish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen,
Roger Hodgson,
Audionom,
Depeche Mode,
Grauzone,
The Slackers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
The Fall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres,
Average White Band,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
Ohio Players,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
48th St. Collective,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
Howard Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Nirvana,
Slave,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ten City,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.