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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Animal Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Second Layer,
Rapeman,
X-Ray Spex,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
Sun Ra,
The Mummies,
Flipper,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
Tommy Roe,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slave,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Prince Buster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Germs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Los Fastidios,
Skriet,
Al Stewart,
Blossom Toes,
Rod Modell,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gap Band,
Average White Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
Godley & Creme,
Animal Collective,
Motorama,
The Martian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bad Manners,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun City Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Accadde A,
the Swans,
Black Bananas,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.