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 Niger and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 X-102 to the techno 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultra Naté,
the Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fall,
Erykah Badu,
Howard Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
ABC,
Sight & Sound,
Tom Boy,
10cc,
Lungfish,
MC5,
The Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Bootsy Collins,
Henry Cow,
Sexual Harrassment,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erasure,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pylon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Essential Logic,
Stiv Bators,
Fluxion,
Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
Josef K,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
Ludus,
Mars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Babytalk,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.