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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Rhythm & Sound to the crunk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Gladiators,
Terry Callier,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
Quadrant,
Ken Boothe,
Joy Division,
Colin Newman,
James White and The Blacks,
The Remains,
Mantronix,
Barclay James Harvest,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lungfish,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
The Pretty Things,
Camberwell Now,
Nirvana,
Arcadia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Green,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brick,
Sam Rivers,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
The Tremeloes,
Sex Pistols,
Sister Nancy,
Symarip,
The Motions,
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
Wings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
Dead Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
Brass Construction,
Vladislav Delay,
Animal Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Mills,
The New Christs,
Mr. Review,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.