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 Mauritania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Eric Dolphy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Donny Hathaway,
The Happenings,
Don Cherry,
David McCallum,
Sarah Menescal,
Stockholm Monsters,
The American Breed,
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron,
Morten Harket,
Warsaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Model 500,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Index,
Ponytail,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin,
Angry Samoans,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
Ultravox,
Black Flag,
Man Parrish,
The Mummies,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
The Gories,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erykah Badu,
Thee Headcoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television Personalities,
Procol Harum,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott Heron,
Essential Logic,
The Martian,
Rod Modell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
Flash Fearless,
X-101,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
Masters at Work,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
Wasted Youth,
The Slits,
Moss Icon,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terry Callier,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.