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 Slovakia and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stockholm Monsters to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Lynne,
Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Black Bananas,
the Swans,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joey Negro,
Make Up,
Ponytail,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultra Naté,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minny Pops,
Alice Coltrane,
Second Layer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
Negative Approach,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
The Evens,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
Terrestrial Tones,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
Robert Hood,
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pretty Things,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vainqueur,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers,
Godley & Creme,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.