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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Kayak to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s.
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 Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Urselle,
10cc,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Hood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
Howard Jones,
Eve St. Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dead C,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Stooges,
Minnie Riperton,
The Searchers,
Crooked Eye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Axelrod,
June Days,
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
Quando Quango,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flash Fearless,
Thompson Twins,
Fear,
Eurythmics,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gladiators,
Q65,
Icehouse,
The Monochrome Set,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MDC,
John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Nas,
The Pop Group,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.