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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mr. Review 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
Ornette Coleman,
Popol Vuh,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
The Cowsills,
John Foxx,
Fela Kuti,
The Fugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Davy DMX,
Babytalk,
Wolf Eyes,
T.S.O.L.,
Al Stewart,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Clear Light,
Audionom,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gabor Szabo,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
Eric Copeland,
Lyres,
The Cure,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oblivians,
Donald Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
Pere Ubu,
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.