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 Norway and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 48th St. Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick May,
Anakelly,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moleskins,
the Association,
Drexciya,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
Eric B and Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
Gong,
Tim Buckley,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
Colin Newman,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
Parry Music,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks,
Clear Light,
The Invisible,
Urselle,
Inner City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
Liliput,
The Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
T.S.O.L.,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Starr,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
UT,
Scrapy,
China Crisis,
Rekid,
Wire,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.