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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scratch Acid to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
Infiniti,
The Litter,
John Foxx,
Rod Modell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cameo,
Henry Cow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ohio Players,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
Quando Quango,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
cv313,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Mad Mike,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
Siglo XX,
Amazonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lakeside,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shoche,
Brothers Johnson,
Harmonia,
Cymande,
Quadrant,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
Susan Cadogan,
Rites of Spring,
Fugazi,
Anakelly,
Neu!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.