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 Malawi and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Susan Cadogan to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Zeros,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay,
Dave Gahan,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
Brick,
The Gladiators,
Juan Atkins,
Royal Trux,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Youth Brigade,
Sugar Minott,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lower 48,
Toni Rubio,
June Days,
The Cramps,
Metal Thangz,
Dawn Penn,
Tommy Roe,
E-Dancer,
Magma,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlback,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
Television Personalities,
One Last Wish,
Judy Mowatt,
Cal Tjader,
Altered Images,
Subhumans,
Rotary Connection,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
Ohio Players,
Lyres,
Essential Logic,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.