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 India 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Techniques to the techno 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Bluetip,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quando Quango,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Second Layer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Supertramp,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erykah Badu,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
John Cale,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
Zero Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Red Krayola,
Aaron Thompson,
Minnie Riperton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hashim,
Can,
Boredoms,
Liliput,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Parrish,
Pole,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Essential Logic,
Porter Ricks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
The Pretty Things,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Selecter,
Visage,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Index,
Tears for Fears,
Funky Four + One,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.