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 Greece and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 the Germs to the crunk 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
Mars,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
Icehouse,
Quadrant,
Brothers Johnson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ludus,
Moby Grape,
L. Decosne,
Derrick Morgan,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dead Boys,
Buzzcocks,
David Bowie,
Au Pairs,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television Personalities,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Hill,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Wyatt,
The Durutti Column,
Sam Rivers,
Ken Boothe,
Warsaw,
the Association,
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Bourne,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
Lalann,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.