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 Russia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
The Birthday Party,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
Tres Demented,
Cybotron,
The Velvet Underground,
Joyce Sims,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sam Rivers,
Rod Modell,
Camouflage,
Isaac Hayes,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
the Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget,
Cymande,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
Scion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Al Stewart,
Moby Grape,
Ohio Players,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sällskapet,
Pagans,
Rites of Spring,
Deepchord,
The Barracudas,
Black Bananas,
Arab on Radar,
the Soft Cell,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.