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 Somalia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Donny Hathaway to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Kenny Larkin,
Schoolly D,
Suicide,
The Cowsills,
Can,
The Skatalites,
Faust,
Tears for Fears,
Soul II Soul,
Livin' Joy,
Boredoms,
Von Mondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
In Retrospect,
Gang of Four,
Accadde A,
Carl Craig,
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tom Boy,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Kevin Saunderson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
DJ Sneak,
Organ,
Surgeon,
Dual Sessions,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Japan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
a-ha,
Oblivians,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.