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 Botswana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Pet Shop Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
Johnny Clarke,
Make Up,
Henry Cow,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dead C,
the Sonics,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Terry,
Mission of Burma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Drive Like Jehu,
Negative Approach,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Machine,
The Gories,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television,
The Evens,
New Age Steppers,
Rapeman,
Mandrill,
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers,
Massinfluence,
Slave,
Roxy Music,
Babytalk,
Wally Richardson,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
The J.B.'s,
Amazonics,
Rekid,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fire Engines,
Section 25,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
The Stooges,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Hood,
The Blackbyrds,
Half Japanese,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Halsall,
Dark Day,
Warren Ellis,
Moebius,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.