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 Latvia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Sherman to the dance 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mars,
Joyce Sims,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
This Heat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Deakin,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Dolphy,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
David McCallum,
Magazine,
The Cure,
Masters at Work,
Sister Nancy,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music,
The Cowsills,
Suburban Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
Ornette Coleman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Invisible,
The Zeros,
Pole,
Lucky Dragons,
Ituana,
Magma,
Unrelated Segments,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.