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 East Timor and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Pantytec,
Brick,
Urselle,
T. Rex,
The Smiths,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
Babytalk,
FM Einheit,
Quadrant,
Pussy Galore,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sarah Menescal,
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
Howard Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scion,
The Moleskins,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harmonia,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
David Axelrod,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Terry,
Surgeon,
Carl Craig,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ludus,
Eli Mardock,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Fela Kuti,
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Copeland,
Model 500,
Fad Gadget,
World's Most,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arthur Verocai,
Crime,
Television Personalities,
The Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Nirvana,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.