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 Congo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Arcadia to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Symarip,
Technova,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magma,
a-ha,
The Trojans,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Lynne,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
The Index,
Kayak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mark Hollis,
Nirvana,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape,
the Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
The Names,
Sex Pistols,
The Fortunes,
Con Funk Shun,
John Holt,
Piero Umiliani,
Sandy B,
Tim Buckley,
The Associates,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
Freddie Wadling,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
Davy DMX,
John Lydon,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cal Tjader,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.