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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Soft Machine to the crunk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
Altered Images,
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Accadde A,
Gregory Isaacs,
Index,
The Moleskins,
Morten Harket,
the Association,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
Kayak,
The Slackers,
The Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
Ponytail,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
OOIOO,
Underground Resistance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick May,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy Collins,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
X-102,
Lungfish,
Camouflage,
The Black Dice,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
Infiniti,
MC5,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.