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 Suriname and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Moleskins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Alton Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gap Band,
Fear,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Robert Görl,
Traffic Nightmare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
Suicide,
Duran Duran,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
The New Christs,
L. Decosne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faraquet,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalann,
MC5,
The Cramps,
David Axelrod,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Smooth,
Ronan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
Reuben Wilson,
Q and Not U,
Y Pants,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispian St. Peters,
Smog,
Parry Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.