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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck 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?
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Wings,
Hasil Adkins,
Reagan Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
Hoover,
Nico,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pole,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rapeman,
Cluster,
Moebius,
Cybotron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Tears for Fears,
Crispian St. Peters,
Massinfluence,
Harry Pussy,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus,
The Dead C,
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
Mars,
Second Layer,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül,
The Slits,
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Animal Collective,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.