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 Lesotho and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Icehouse,
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms,
Dave Gahan,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
Supertramp,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Martian,
Rotary Connection,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
Max Romeo,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
The Buckinghams,
KRS-One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeru the Damaja,
PIL,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
Warsaw,
The Move,
Skarface,
The Doors,
The Selecter,
Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
The Gun Club,
Japan,
Rod Modell,
T.S.O.L.,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.