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 Syria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Roger Hodgson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minor Threat,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Real Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
E-Dancer,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
Slick Rick,
Guru Guru,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
A Certain Ratio,
Q65,
The Move,
a-ha,
CMW,
Minny Pops,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marmalade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
Stereo Dub,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
Hashim,
Outsiders,
Althea and Donna,
Silicon Teens,
Magazine,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
China Crisis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon,
Aaron Thompson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.