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 Namibia and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 L. Decosne to the electroclash 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Hot Snakes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
Depeche Mode,
Spoonie Gee,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zero Boys,
Roxette,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Wells,
Aaron Thompson,
Minnie Riperton,
Flash Fearless,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
The Raincoats,
Davy DMX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
Chrome,
Loose Ends,
Laurel Aitken,
Lower 48,
Section 25,
The Last Poets,
The Victims,
Morten Harket,
John Foxx,
John Lydon,
Ronnie Foster,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
Fela Kuti,
Dawn Penn,
Iggy Pop,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smiths,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.