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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chris Corsano to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Womack,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
Drive Like Jehu,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges,
Television,
Dennis Brown,
Whodini,
Zero Boys,
AZ,
X-101,
Wasted Youth,
CMW,
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lower 48,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minor Threat,
The Last Poets,
Popol Vuh,
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
the Sonics,
the Slits,
Brass Construction,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
Wire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
Zapp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Hardrive,
Slave,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.